Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath
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Stasis of Britain—
Substanceless old empire
Pour of tor and distances

Godless banksters—
The English oinklettes
Skulk of snout & hoof

Kings and Queens—
Black sweet bloody
Mouthfuls of shadows
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Haunting thru air—
Thighs, pubes and
Flaky aristocrats

Pale white, uncut—
Peeling back Ted’s foreskin
With my dead hands

See how he foams—
And glitters with the
Queen’s Order of Merit
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My head stuck—
In an Auschwitz oven
How time does fly

Hardly suicidal—
My glaring eyeball
Cauldron of morning