Jennifer Kimball

Funeral in My Brain

I felt a funeral in my brain
and mourners to and fro
kept treading treading 'til it seemed
that sense was breaking through

and when they all were seated
a service like a drum
kept beating beating 'til it seemed
my mind was going numb

and then I heard them lift a box
and creak across my soul
with those same boots of lead again
then space begain to toll

as all the heavens were a bell
and being but an ear
and I and silence some strange race
wrecked solitary here

Credits:

live at the Lizard Lounge, Cambridge, MA
Jenn and Michael Rivard cavort their way through Emily Dickenson's lyrics and Matt Glaser's changes. Matt wrote this for the Wayfaring Strangers - and you can find it on Shifting Sands of Time.