Author Anne Sexton I said, "The devil is down that festering hole." Then he bit me in the buttocks and took over my soul. Mother of fire, let me stand at your devouring gate as the sun dies in your arms and you loosen its terrible weight. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments