Dawn gilds the farmers like pigs,
Swaying slightly in their thick suits,
White towers of Smithfield ahead,
Fat haunches and blood on their minds.
There is no mercy in the glitter of cleavers,
The butcher's guillotine that whispers: 'How's this, how's this?'
In the bowl the hare is aborted,
Its baby head out of the way, embalmed in spice,
Flayed of fur and humanity.
Let us eat it like Plato's afterbirth,
Let us eat it like Christ.
These are the people that were important---
Their round eyes, their teeth, their grimaces
On a stick that rattles and clicks, a counterfeit snake.
Shall the hood of the cobra appall me---
The loneliness of its eye, the eye of the mountains
Having referred in stanza two to the running train — signifying Plath’s entrapment — she picks up the idea again in the ‘round eyes’. So maybe Plato and Christ are not saviours but figures that imprison. 
 Using the same methodology, Plath may have cited ‘teeth’ as a continuation of the theme of devouring. Grimacing is what one does when in pain. 
 Therefore, what may be thought of as positives in society in Plath’s world become negatives; the familiar totems are destructive and have no value.
Totem