Lines from a Poem by Sylvia Plath describing what was to come–the injuring of life by Monsanto, Dow Chemical, others…Vietnamese babies, victims of Agent Orange…
- Photographs by Brendan B. Wilcox
He tells me how badly I photograph.
He tells me how sweet
The babies look in their hospital
Icebox, a simple
Frill at the neck
Then the flutings of their Ionian
Death-gowns,
Their two little feet.