Sylvia Plath Is a Dangerous Woman
SYLVIA PLATH IS A DANGEROUS WOMAN
here she is: the true resurrection,
the big reveal of the woman,
the poet who charges
for a word, a touch,
a speck of blood.
after all, she has come back
three times to his
one.
unlike the christ man
she charges yet again
for the seeing of her scars,
the hearing of her
heart. she says it really goes
and who are we to doubt
the poet who rises up
in broad daylight like a miracle.
every decade she does it again,
the big strip tease, claiming
always to be the same identical woman.
i listen to her shriek and weep,
as she wiggles into death
as though it truly is an art.
she truly is a dangerous woman,
unwrapped hand and foot,
flesh and bone, she turns and burns
and eats men like air.
(Poem based on Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath)
Copyrighted
Jim Brewer
April 11, 2011
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