By Margaret Atwood
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I see the temple the place i used to be born or equipped, the place I held energy. I see the wasteland past, the place the recent conical tombs, that glance from a distance, frankly, like dunces’ hats, conceal my jokes: the dried-out flesh and bones, the wood boats within which the lifeless sail perpetually in no path. What did you predict from gods with animal heads? even though come to think about it those made later, who have been absolutely human, weren't such excellent news both. Favour me and provides me riches, wreck my enemies. That seems the gist. Oh convinced: And store me from dying. In go back we’re given blood and bread, vegetation and prayer, and lip provider. perhaps there’s anything in all of this I neglected. but when it’s selfless love you’re searching for, you’ve obtained the incorrect goddess. I simply take a seat the place I’m positioned, composed of stone and wishful pondering: that the deity who kills for excitement also will heal, that during the midst of your nightmare, the ultimate one, a sort lion will include bandages in her mouth and the tender physique of a lady, and lick you fresh of fever, and choose your soul up lightly by way of the nape of the neck and caress you into darkness and paradise. III. ROMANTIC males and their mournful romanticisms that can’t get the dishes performed – that’s freedom, that damaged wineglass within the chilly hearth. whilst girls wash underpants, it’s a chore. while males do it, an interesting disease. How plangent, the damp socks flapping at the line, how misplaced and unmarried within the orphaning air … She cherishes that disappointment, tells him to lie down at the grass, closes every one of his eyes with a finger, applies her physique like a poultice. You bad factor, acknowledged the Australian lady whereas he held our child – as though I had pressured him to do it, as though I had my excessive heel in his face. nonetheless, who’s taken in? at any time when? Us, and our empty palms, the arms of ravenous nurses. It’s bullet holes we wish to see of their dermis, scars, and the opportunity to the touch them. mobilephone Now glance objectively. you'll want to admit the melanoma cellphone is gorgeous. If it have been a flower, you’d say, How beautiful, with its mauve centre and red petals or if a canopy for a pulpy thirties sci-fi journal, How amazing; as an alien, a hit, all pink eye and jelly tentacles and spines, or are they gills, creeping round on granular Martian airborne dirt and dust pink because the inside the physique, whereas its smooth partitions extend and burst, its spores scatter in different places, take root, like cash, drifting like a fiction or miasma out and in of people’s brains, digging themselves industriously in. The lab technician says, It has forgotten the right way to die. yet why bear in mind? All it desires is extra amnesia. extra lifestyles, and extra abundantly. To take extra. To devour extra. to copy itself. to maintain on doing these issues without end. Such wants aren't unknown. glance within the reflect. THE LONELINESS OF the army HISTORIAN Confess: its my occupation that alarms you. the reason is, few humans inquire from me to dinner, even though Lord is aware I don’t exit of my solution to be frightening. I put on clothes of brilliant lower and unalarming colors of beige, I odor of lavender and visit the hairdresser’s: no prophetess mane of mine, whole with snakes, will frighten the children.