Grief is a Mouse Emily Dickinson

Grief is a Mouse
And chooses Wainscot in the Breast
For His Shy House
And baffles quest

Grief is a Thief—quick startled
Pricks 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