The morning paper clocked the headline hour
You drank your coffee lke original sin,
And at the jet-plane anger of God’s roar
Got up to let the suave blue policeman in.
Impaled upon a stern angelic stare
You were condemned to serve the legal limit
And burn to death within your neon hell.
"The Trial of Man, "Sylvia Plath
[Damen Avenue above Haddon Street]
