Is Death Not to My Ear?

My version of death in my mental picture is kind of like the guys i went to high school with. Those are the boys i think of. And now the men who embody death to me, a mean smile, playing about ther eyes. I don't think that was emily's death, by the way. Look at her line. He kindly stopped for me. Does that tell us anything about death? To me, it's more about the speaker. Imagine hustling past a taxicab that's going to take us somewhere. Actually, i have something like this for my own life that i can share. When i snuck into tibet way back when, and there was