The Rejected Lung
It would not have been about what your mother would
have you say. It shouldn't have been about where
the part comes from or from whose dead flesh it sprang.
The theory is there, plain enough, and arbitrary-free
Now this couldn't be more simple, despite the science
That it would render a bit remote if done wrong.
The issue isn't even tally. Not nearly as dual
And double standard as you would prefer. It's part-
ial to all syndication of ruin but need we reassure
Ourselves that time never knows who is?
Time now is finite as we obviously wouldn't like.
Scalpels have second shift. All blades need security
From err. Now that you're lying. Now that it's there,
Surprise no one please that you won't live.
But you wouldn't, even for mere giving meaning to air.
Labels: Sylvia Plath
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