I AM WOMAN ( Ode to Poetess Ann Sexton)

Confessional Poet
Feminist to the time
Inspiration
to the novice
Seductive
In verse
You were
all Woman

As it drills
into the
Marrow
of your
bone
Dream
Lacking
GPS
The Street
called
"Mercy"
was never
found

Maybe this
is why
Apathy
settled
in
As the 
Car engine
ran
within
the confines
of your
sealed
Garage

The reciprocator
of 
Mercilessness 
procreates
hopelessness

Did Intellect 
come to you
to the point
that you
knew
so much
yet you
knew nothing?

Was this
the
splinter
that 
cracked
the Sparrow's
Neck?

Within the Resting
grounds
of Poets,
lie
much
unfinished
life, 
unfinished
ink,

victims
of their
own
creatvity
which served
as the
engineer
to their
dissolution