circe/mud poems. margaret atwood
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i made no choice
i decided nothing
one day you simply appeared in your stupid boat,
your killer’s hands, your disjointed body, jagged as a shipwreck,
skinny-ribbed, blue-eyed, scorched, thirsty, the usual,
pretending to be — what? a survivor?
those who say they want nothing
it was not this greed
that offended me, it was the lies.
nevertheless i gave you
the food you demanded for the journey
you said you planned; but you planned no journey
and we both knew it.
you’ve fallen for that,
you made the right decision.
the trees bend in the wind, you eat, you rest,
you think of nothing,
your mind, you say,
is like your hands, vacant:
vacant is not innocent.
böyle bir şeylerden oluşuyor kendileri.