Skinny domicile, narrow hands

From Francis Heaney’s Holy Tango of Literature:

Skinny Domicile [“Emily Dickinson” anagram]

I have a skinny Domicile —
Its Door is very narrow.
‘Twill keep — I hope — the Reaper out —
His Scythe — and Bones — and Marrow.

Since Death is not a portly Chap,
The Entrance must be thin —
So — when my Final Moment comes —
He cannot wriggle in.

That’s why I don’t go out that much —
I can’t fit through that Portal.
How dumb — to waste my Social Life
On Plans to be — immortal —


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