On the Suicide of Sylvia Plath

Why'd you do it, Plath?

Go down that one-way path

Curious, without wrath

Ever giggling

Saucy bottom jiggling.

Poetizing, falling and rising

It wasn't surprising

Your verses chastising

Defying analyzing

Now they're sizing

You for a shroud.

I want to holler loud:

"She already wears a cloud!

And plays the angles

With other artsy angels."

While nights of flame

Thunder your name.

Some think it's odd

Even mysterious

That nuns marry God

But you had to be His mistress

Leaving me a monk.

I'm gonna get drunk.