Sonnet in homage to Margaret Atwood
after various poems in Eating with Fireand with reference to the title of her book, The Edible Woman
You
speak, Margaret, an edible tale, the dead’s
good
bones that admit the cancer cell
is
beautiful, we count them like beads,
you
continue still to dig with a shovel
beside
the temple to the goddess – politics
and
the need for passion...
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