Through Plath's Eyes
Death has gotten the best of me
Mother said it too
It’s true
The Nazis and Jews
are marching outside to celebrate.
The hate
The date you died on that Northen shore.
And of all the songs I’ve written,
This one I could never finish.
These fingers,
Slimmer than cigarettes,
Burn at the punch of every letter.
My teeth- ah my teeth
Crushed by metal and steel
I could never speak
I could never speak to you
And this tongue
Turned oh so blue-
From the times I held it back
Because of you.
I don’t believe in Santa anymore, daddy
He never took me back to you
And by your deathbed where
One shoe lies instead of two
One kick less in my broken hip
One kick less from the Panzerman- you
And on this Masachusettes shore
Where I cried myself
Till the sea-shells went shut
In the mire and the muck
I see nothing but your face, featureless
Shining through
It’s time for the dark dawn to come again.
Copyright © Maya Kaabour | Year Posted 2012
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