The correct death is written in. <br />I will fill the need. <br />My bow is stiff. <br />My bow is in readiness. <br />I am the bullet and the hook. <br />I am cocked and held ready. <br />In my sights I carve him <br />like a sculptor. I mold out <br />his last look at everyone. <br />I carry his eyes and his <br />brain bone at every position. <br />I know his male sex and I do <br />march over him with my index finger. <br />His mouth and his anus are one. <br />I am at the center of feeling. <br /> <br />A subway train is <br />traveling across my crossbow. <br />I have a blood bolt <br />and I have made it mine. <br />With this man I take in hand <br />his destiny and with this gun <br />I take in hand the newspapers and <br />with my heat I will take him. <br />he will bend down toward me <br />and his veins will tumble out <br />like children… Give me <br />his flag and his eye. <br />Give me his hard shell and his lip. <br />He is my evil and my apple and <br />I will see him home.<br /><br />Anne Sexton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-assassin/
