(a reply to Siren Song by Margaret Atwood)
I'm not stupid. I know what you think
Of me
About to leap onto sharp rocks to save her
I know that love should not be so pointed
And no man has ever gone
Where I go now and lived to tell
What would you have me do?
Sit safe and dry aboard this ship
And steel my heart and look past her cry
For help and on towards the fuzzy horizon
I know I will leap like I know the sun
Will rise in the morning and maybe this time
It will not rise on another
Shattered set of bones sprawled across the rocks
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