Inspired by Emily Dickinson’s “Because I could not stop for Death "
Devour the young so they never know agony. Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me. And, the Carriage held but just ourselves, just ourselves and immortality. We slowly drove, and he knew no haste. I saw every forgotten soul as we moved through this godforsaken place. We, we moved slowly… I was to look at all the defeated, battered, and burned in their faces. Each of them cried out in fear, the streets—a swollen river of tears. Each of them cried out in fear, and the streets was a swollen river of tears. A river of tears. A river of tears. A river of anguish and lost pride for all the sadness inside each of these souls that no longer fit the mold of citizens needed by a city, sans pitty. I watched as they ate their own family. Devour the young so they never know agony. Devour the young so they never know agony. Devore the young so they never know agony. Devour the young so they never know agony.
