John Mccain's Lament After Emily Dickinson - Because I Would Not Stop For Death Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Cause Sarah would not stop for B.
he put a stop to me;
elections held November 4
proved immorality.

Results flip flopped, no seats to waste,
though I had put away
both labour, Cindy's leisure too,
ineligibility!

We'd passed town halls where voters polled
by crossing yea or nay;
passed field of hopefuls gazing gain,
who soon saw setting sun.

We'd paused before Whitehouse that seemed
A bushman's paradise,
whose roof was all too visible,
whose tenant scorned advice.

Since then seems centuries; but each
feels shorter than the day
results showed Barack far ahead,
grey Cinders left for me.

Because I could not stop for Death
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played
At wrestling in a ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.