Lady Lazarus by Ninit K

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I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it——-

A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot

A paperweight,
My featureless, fine
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?———-

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me

And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.
The Peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand in foot -—-
The big strip tease.
Gentleman , ladies

These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.

The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut

As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I’ve a call.

It’s easy enough to do it in a cell.
It’s easy enough to do it and stay put.
It’s the theatrical

Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:

‘A miracle!’
That knocks me out.
There is a charge

For the eyeing my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart—-
It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair on my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash—-
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——

A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.

(Sylvia Plath)

Comments

  • eon .
    eon .over 4 years ago

    WOW Now this is creative in a great way " – ))

  • thanks so much! :)

    – Ninit K

  • Aconcagua
    Aconcaguaover 4 years ago

    Stunning work ,a real thought provoking piece !!!!!

  • thank you james, glad you like it

    – Ninit K

  • Zefira
    Zefiraover 4 years ago

    great image

  • thanks zefira

    – Ninit K

  • Danica Radman
    Danica Radmanover 4 years ago

    top notch Ninit! suggestive mysterious marvelous photo! bravo

  • hey hey thanks a lot!! :D

    – Ninit K

  • Ian Sanders
    Ian Sandersover 4 years ago

    Very well executed. Great work.

  • thanks ian

    – Ninit K

  • MeraImages
    MeraImagesover 4 years ago

    So very artistic! Love the mystery and I agree ’tis one that makes you think. Perfect choice of words as well.

  • thanks melissa, i’m glad you like it! plath is really my favourite…

    – Ninit K

  • JUSTART
    JUSTARTover 4 years ago

    fab work

  • thanks!

    – Ninit K

  • Trish Woodford
    Trish Woodfordover 4 years ago

    Ooo, very creative and mysterious – I like this alot :)

  • thanks so much!

    – Ninit K

  • artisandelimage
    artisandelimageover 4 years ago

  • walraji
    walrajiover 4 years ago

    Excellent work.

  • thank you very much!

    – Ninit K

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