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He was the sort of man	A
who wouldn't hurt a fly	B
Many flies are now alive	C
while he is not	D
He was not my patron	E
He preferred full granaries I battle	F
My roar meant slaughter	G
Yet here we are together	G
in the same museum	H
That's not what I see though the fitful	F
crowds of staring children	E
learning the lesson of multi	I
cultural obliteration sic transit	J
and so on	K
	-
I see the temple where I was born	L
or built where I held power	G
I see the desert beyond	M
where the hot conical tombs that look	N
from a distance frankly like dunces' hats	O
hide my jokes the dried out flesh	P
and bones the wooden boats	Q
in which the dead sail endlessly	I
in no direction	E
	-
What did you expect from gods	R
with animal heads	S
Though come to think of it	J
the ones made later who were fully human	E
were not such good news either	G
Favour me and give me riches	T
destroy my enemies	U
That seems to be the gist	V
Oh yes And save me from death	W
In return we're given blood	X
and bread flowers and prayer	Y
and lip service	Z
	-
Maybe there's something in all of this	A2
I missed But if it's selfless	Z
love you're looking for	B2
you've got the wrong goddess	Z
	-
I just sit where I'm put composed	C2
of stone and wishful thinking	D2
that the deity who kills for pleasure	G
will also heal	E2
that in the midst of your nightmare	Y
the final one a kind lion	E
will come with bandages in her mouth	F2
and the soft body of a woman	E
and lick you clean of fever	G
and pick your soul up gently by the nape of the neck	G2
and caress you into darkness and paradise	H2

Margaret Atwood

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