Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breast For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
Grief is a Thief—quick startled— ****** His Ear—report to hear Of that Vast Dark— That swept His Being—back—
Grief is a Juggler—boldest at the Play— Lest if He flinch—the eye that way Pounce on His Bruises—One—say—or Three— Grief is a Gourmand—spare His luxury—
Best Grief is Tongueless—before He’ll tell— Burn Him in the Public Square— His Ashes—will Possibly—if they refuse—How then know— Since a Rack couldn’t coax a syllable—now.
