O half moon—- <br /> <br />Half-brain, luminosity—- <br />Negro, masked like a white, <br /> <br />Your dark <br />Amputations crawl and appall—- <br /> <br />Spidery, unsafe. <br />What glove <br /> <br />What leatheriness <br />Has protected <br /> <br />Me from that shadow—- <br />The indelible buds. <br /> <br />Knuckles at shoulder-blades, the <br />Faces that <br /> <br />Shove into being, dragging <br />The lopped <br /> <br />Blood-caul of absences. <br />All night I carpenter <br /> <br />A space for the thing I am given, <br />A love <br /> <br />Of two wet eyes and a screech. <br />White spit <br /> <br />Of indifference! <br />The dark fruits revolve and fall. <br /> <br />The glass cracks across, <br />The image <br /> <br />Flees and aborts like dropped mercury.<br /><br />Sylvia Plath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thalidomide/
