The ordinary milkman brought that dawn <br />Of destiny, delivered to the door <br />In square hermetic bottles, while the sun <br />Ruled decree of doomsday on the floor. <br /> <br />The morning paper clocked the headline hour <br />You drank your coffee lke original sin, <br />And at the jet-plane anger of God's roar <br />Got up to let the suave blue policeman in. <br /> <br />Impaled upon a stern angelic stare <br />You were condemned to serve the legal limit <br />And burn to death within your neon hell. <br /> <br />Now, disciplined in the strict ancestral chair, <br />You sit, solemn-eyed, about to vomit, <br />The future an electrode in your skull.<br /><br />Sylvia Plath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trial-of-a-man/
