Hail the soldier
— ave l'alemand
 
 

"I'm not a war baby, I'm a baby

at war. Thumbs grow into my throat.

I wear slaps like a spot of rouge.

Woodsman, who made me into your tree?

Drowner, who made me into your boat?

Lover, I feel a darkness, I feel a fugue

come over us. The photo sits over my desk

as we dance the karate, the mad burlesque."

October 30, 1971

Anne Sexton