422. Poem: Anne Sexton's father

the poor bastard up on the roof playing Santa Claus little knowing he was going to wind up in the book as a Nazi yeah a dead Nazi he says (he heard me!) if I don't catch that gutter in time jesus what am I doing up here the kids can't even hear me stomp stomp ho ho louder Ralph louder yells Mary HO HO HO did you remember to ring the sleigh bells Mair christ there goes Ken no it's Barbie herself should have tied the fucking bag come on give me more bells HO HO HO STOMP STOMP STOMP.