Found Poetry 490

12/25/20

whitehot town bomb
blasted burned trees
gross crumbles of cars
metal curled like scarves
exhausted and truncated
noise takes its exit

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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