Friday, March 03, 2006

Friday Poetry Blogging - Margaret Atwood

They Eat Out

In restaurants we argue
over which of us will pay for your funeral

though the real question is
whether or not I will make you immortal.

At the moment only I
can do it and so

I raise the magic fork
over the plate of beef fried rice

and plunge it into your heart.
There is a faint pop, a sizzle

and through your own split head
you rise up glowing;

the ceiling opens
a voice sings Love Is A Many

Splendoured Thing
you hang suspended above the city

in blue tights and a red cape,
your eyes flashing in unison.

The other diners regard you
some with awe, some only with boredom:

they cannot decide if you are a new weapon
or only a new advertisement.

As for me, I continue eating;
I liked you better the way you were,
but you were always ambitious.


Cats & Dogma said...

Not only do I adore Atwood sharp poetic wit, I also find it a strangely appropriate choice from one in the boy crazy saddle.

Dr. Crazy said...

You know, I think we have identical taste in poetry. Sometimes I think I only do poetry Friday because I know that you'll appreciate it :)