and I cheated with the bottle.
There were Claymore mines
and concertina wire.
There was blood unspoken for
on sheets that went unclaimed.
covered chests unfit for medals
and when the eagle fucking cried
she really fucking sang.
Now hobble that sweet ass over here
and show an old pervert
how well a wounded bird
"The Colossus and Other Poems" by Sylvia Plath.