Monday, November 14, 2016

On the Loss of All My Friends

Circe turned all men into pigs
Except to Odysseus, cursed
With true sight. He did not require
The wax in his ears
To endure the siren’s false song;
It was for public consumption,
So that they could pretend
To be him.

There was no great voyage
To part right from wrong,
The finale was written
By stars all along;
But learning can come
When one holds to a role
False enough
There are no ropes.

And when Penelope beckoned
And he had to be lonely again,
He saw his companions at last
As they are, clear in the dark,
Their moving figures of light
So brave and so bright;
How the heart that made him so wrong
Gave the universe flight.

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