For Susan O'Neill Roe

For Susan ONeill Roe What a thrill --- My thumb instead of an onion. The result kinda g sensation Except for a sort of a hinge Of skin, A perplex like a hat, deathly white. Then that cerise plush. bitty pilgrim, The Indians axed your scalp. Your turkey wattle spread over rolls Straight from the snapper. I step on it, Clutching my bottle Of tap fizz. A celebration, this is. Out of a gap A one million million soldiers run, Redcoats, every one. Whose side are they on? O my Homunculus, I am ill. I have taken a yellow journalism to kill The thin paperlike feeling. Saboteur, Kamikaze man --- The stain on your Gauze Ku Klux Klan Babushka Darkens and tarnishes and when The balled soma of your heart Confronts its small Mill of silence How you jump --- Trepanned veteran, Dirty girl, feel stump. almsgiving by Sylvia Plath | | |Kindness glides about my house. | |Dame Kindness, she is so nice! | |The blue and red jewels of her rings smoke | |In the windows, the mirrors | |Are filling with smiles. | | | |What is so real as the holler out of a child? | |A rabbits cry may be wilder | |But it has no soul. | | bread can remediation everything, so Kindness says. | |Sugar is a necessary fluid, | | | |Its crystals a little poultice. | |O benignity, kindness | |Sweetly p! icking up pieces! | |My Japanese silks, desperate butterflies, | | may be pinned any minute, anesthetized. | | | |And present you come, with a cup of tea...If you call for to get a climb essay, order it on our website: OrderCustomPaper.com

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