Because they could not stop for Death
A poem in memory of . . .
US Capitol Police Officer Brian Sicknick
US Capitol Police Officer Howard Liebengood
Senior Airwoman Ashli Babbit
. . . with inspired appreciation for Emily Dickinson:
Although I came not here for Death
He rudely stopped for me
That trumpian trampling took my breath
and gave instead, fatality.
Busting through our Capitol doors!
But I was forced to stumble.
Through death’s unexpected door
I took my fatal tumble.
Rambling toward Rotunda
with wild trumpian intent
But suddenly was I taken under:
a fatal bending ne’er unbent.
In swooning sighs of sudden surprise
there it was unexpectedly
the infamous moment of eternal demise.
Now do I get the great grand prize?
Trundling past our Statuary hosts
the crowd swelled to its fatal fervor.
But I caught glimpse of stony post
where I would take my stand forever.
Since then . . . it’s been a year or more
‘though it seems but a day to me,
since I first caught sight of Capitol doors
Opening to Eternity.
. . . not at all what I expected!