Anne Sexton - The Fury Of Abandonment lyrics

Someone lives in a cave eating his toes, I know that much. Someone little lives under a bush pressing an empty Coca-Cola can against his starving bloated stomach I know that much. A monkey had his hands cut off for a medical experiment and his claws wept. I know that much. I know that it is all a matter of hands. Out of the mournful sweetness of touching comes love like breakfast. Out of the many houses come the hands before the abandonment of the city, out of hte bars and shops, a thin file of ants. I've been abandoned out here under the dry stars with no shoes, no belt and I've called Rescue Inc. - that old-fashioned hot line - no voice. Left to my own lips, touch them, my own nostrils, shoulders, breasts, navel, stomach, mound, knee bone, ankle, touch them. It makes me laugh to see a woman in this condition. It makes me laugh for America and New York city when your hands are cut off and no one answers the phone.