Anne Sexton

(9 November 1928 – 4 October 1974 / Newton, Massachusetts)

The Firebombers - Poem by Anne Sexton

We are America.
We are the coffin fillers.
We are the grocers of death.
We pack them in crates like cauliflowers.

The bomb opens like a shoebox.
And the child?
The child is certainly not yawning.
And the woman?
The woman is bathing her heart.
It has been torn out of her
and as a last act
she is rinsing it off in the river.
This is the death market.

America,
where are your credentials?


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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 29, 2010



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