Nature's red in tooth and claw
But we are black of heart.
There's more 'soul' in a jackal's paw
than all our works of art.
So I will kindly stop for Death
and do the gracious thing.
And with the gift of my last breath
transform to sweet
nothing.
Anthony Weir
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/challenging-emily-dickinson/
