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Anne Sexton - The Death King

I hired a carpenter
to build my coffin
and last night I lay in it,
braced by a pillow,
sniffing the wood,
letting the old king
breathe on me,
thinking of my poor murdered body,
murdered by time,
waiting to turn stiff as a field marshal,
letting the silence dishonor me,
remembering that I'll never cough again.

Death will be the end of fear
and the fear of dying,
fear like a dog stuffed in my mouth,
feal like dung stuffed up my nose,
fear where water turns into steel,
fear as my breast flies into the Disposall,
fear as flies tremble in my ear,
fear as the sun ignites in my lap,
fear as night can't be shut off,
and the dawn, my habitual dawn,
is locked up forever.

Fear and a coffin to lie in
like a dead potato.
Even then I will dance in my dire clothes,
a crematory flight,
blinding my hair and my fingers,
wounding God with his blue face,
his tyranny, his absolute kingdom,
with my aphrodisiac.

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Poet: Anne Sexton
Poem: The Death King

Comment 2 of 2, added on January 26th, 2006 at 7:05 AM.

loved it.

karen from United States
Comment 1 of 2, added on June 27th, 2005 at 2:21 AM.

i find this poem simply fantastic because it is so original. i'd just like to say how much i appreciate it and now i will read some more of your poems!!


caz from United Kingdom

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