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Fourth Annual Silent Poetry Reading for the Feast of St. Brigid
By Holly | February 2, 2009
The Firebombers
by Anne Sexton
We are America.
We are the coffin fillers.
We are the grocers of death.
We pack them in crates like cauliflowers.
The bomb opens like a shoebox.
And the child?
The child is certainly not yawning.
And the woman?
The woman is bathing her heart.
It has been torn out of her
and because it is burnt
and as a last act
she is rinsing it off in the river.
This is the death market.
America,
where are your credentials?
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Man. Anne Sexton wrote some damn powerful poetry. And that is absolutely timely today.
Posted by: SquidWidget on February 3rd, 2009 at 11:43 amSavage!
Posted by: Celia on February 3rd, 2009 at 11:59 am