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The Firebombers

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 herand 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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Anne Sexton

Anne Sexton (November 9, 1928 – October 4, 1974) was an American poet known for her highly personal, confessional verse. She won the Pulitzer Pr…

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