After Auschwitz Anne Sexton Anger, as black as a hook, Rage and death overtakes me. Each day, each Nazi took, at 8:00 A.M., a baby Killing is a ritual and sauteed him for breakfast No love or cares in his frying pan. No regrets And death looks on with a casual eye And it happens all the time no one cares and picks at the dirt under his fingernail. And doesn’t worry or care …showed first 75 words of 270 total…

…showed last 75 words of 270 total…look innocent Let man never again write a book. Don’t let him have any persuasiveness Let man never again put on his shoe. Never let them cover up the truth Let man never again raise his eyes, Don’t let him see beauty on a soft July night. Never. Never. Never. Never. Never. I say those things aloud. I beg the Lord not to hear. But she doesn’t really want this to happen