Sit yourself in a sterile bell jar

Nose to the grindstone

Whip!

How dare you weep?

 

Pack the gaps with cotton

Line the walls with paper

There are things to be done

 

Forgive them for they know not what they do

 

Think of a caustic enough comeback

Ride the horses and slay the dragons

Just make sure you do it as you

 

Sit yourself in a sterile bell jar

Nose to the grindstone.

 

Saee Koranne-Khandekar

An ode to Sylvia Plath

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