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After Auschwitz

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Written by Anne Sexton

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 Anger, 
as black as a hook, 
overtakes me.
Each day, each Nazi took, at 8:00 A.
M.
, a baby and sauteed him for breakfast in his frying pan.
And death looks on with a casual eye and picks at the dirt under his fingernail.
Man is evil, I say aloud.
Man is a flower that should be burnt, I say aloud.
Man is a bird full of mud, I say aloud.
And death looks on with a casual eye and scratches his anus.
Man with his small pink toes, with his miraculous fingers is not a temple but an outhouse, I say aloud.
Let man never again raise his teacup.
Let man never again write a book.
Let man never again put on his shoe.
Let man never again raise his eyes, on a soft July night.
Never.
Never.
Never.
Never.
Never.
I say those things aloud.


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