- Margaret Atwood / Corpse Song
Added 2025-03-23 09:51:04 +0000 UTCI enter your night
like a darkened boat, a smuggler
These lanterns, my eyes
and heart are out
I bring you something
you do not want:
news of the country
I am trapped in,
news of your future:
soon you will have no voice
I resent your skin, I resent
your lungs, your glib assumptions
Therefore sing now
while you have the choice
My body turned against me
too soon, it was not a tragedy
I did not become
a tree or a constellation
I became a winter coat the children
thought they saw on the street corner
I became this illusion,
this trick of ventriloquism
this blind noun, this bandage
crumpled at your dream’s edge
or you will drift as I do
from head to head
swollen with words you never said,
swollen with hoarded love.
I exist in two places,
here and where you are.
Pray for me
not as I am but as I am.
