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The Fury Of Beautiful Bones
Sing me a thrush, bone.

Sing me a nest of cup and pestle.

Sing me a sweetbread fr an old grandfather.

Sing me a foot and a doorknob, for you are my love.

Oh sing, bone bag man, sing.

Your head is what I remember that Augusty
you were in love with another woman but
taht didn't matter.
I was the gury of your
bones, your fingers long and nubby, your
forehead a beacon, bare as marble and I worried
you like an odor because you had not quite forgotten,
bone bag man, garlic in the North End,
the book you dedicated, naked as a fish,
naked as someone drowning into his own mouth.

I wonder, Mr.
Bone man, what you're thinking
of your fury now, gone sour as a sinking whale,
crawling up the alphabet on her own bones.

Am I in your ear still singing songs in the rain,
me of the death rattle, me of the magnolias,
me of the sawdust tavern at the city's edge.

Women have lovely bones, arms, neck, thigh
and I admire them also, but your bones
supersede loveliness.
They are the tough
ones that get broken and reset.
I just can't
answer for you, only for your bones,
round rulers, round nudgers, round poles,
numb nubkins, the sword of sugar.

I feel the skull, Mr.
Skeleton, living its
own life in its own skin.
Written by: Anne Sexton

Book: Reflection on the Important Things