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.
