circe mud poems

• 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
  want everything.
  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.