They met again just as before,
since in Hell nothing changes,
and, as before, she taunted him
with his blindness, mixing her lyrical laments
for “the tender maternal victim
of your arrogance”
with “but being a man,
of course you didn’t see”—
He, in his simplicity,
said only, “I was her child, her baby.
And she tried to kill me.”
3 comments:
Yes!! Wright On Point!!
In case anyone should think that this poem is an expression of misogyny, he should read "Myth," by Muriel Rukeyser. But I especially recommend that he read "Rite of Passage," in which poetess Sharon Olds insinuates that her six-year-old son is, like all males, a future murderer.
Awesome.
Post a Comment