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Earthworm

Written by: Anne Sexton | Biography
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 Slim inquirer, while the old fathers sleep
you are reworking their soil, you have
a grocery store there down under the earth
and it is well stocked with broken wine bottles,
old cigars, old door knobs and earth,
that great brown flour that you kiss each day.
There are dark stars in the cool evening and you fondle them like killer birds' beaks.
But what I want to know is why when small boys dig you up for curiosity and cut you in half why each half lives and crawls away as if whole.
Have you no beginning and end? Which heart is the real one? Which eye the seer? Why is it in the infinite plan that you would be severed and rise from the dead like a gargoyle with two heads?



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