Mud-mattressed under the sign of the hag <br />In a clench of blood, the sleep-talking virgin <br />Gibbets with her curse the moon's man, <br />****-bearing Jack in his crackless egg : <br /> <br />Hatched with a claret hogshead to swig <br />He kings it, navel-knit to no groan, <br />But at the price of a pin-stitched skin <br />Fish-tailed girls purchase each white leg.<br /><br />Sylvia Plath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maudlin/
