Margaret Atwood (18 November 1939 / Ottawa, Ontario)
Poems by Margaret Atwood : 15 / 27
Sekhmet, the Lion-headed Goddess of War
He was the sort of man
who wouldn't hurt a fly.
Many flies are now alive
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Margaret Atwood
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One of her best. Irony full-tilt at the idea of gods and how they are really composed of human wishes and expectations.The last stanza modulates into an un-atwod kind of tenderness - but this too only reflects the desires of the dying (presumably in war)