We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths, and so we ate them. We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings, we wanted to fly as they did, soar freely among the treetops and the clouds, and so we ate them. We speared them, we clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue, we netted them, we spitted them, we threw them onto hot coals, and all for love, because we loved them. We wanted to be one with them. We wanted to hatch out of clean, smooth, beautiful eggs, as they did, back when we were young and agile and innocent of cause and effect, we did not want the mess of being born, and so we crammed the birds into our gullets, feathers and all, but it was no use, we couldnt sing, not effortlessly as they do, we cant fly, not without smoke and metal, and as for the eggs we dont stand a chance. Were mired in gravity, were earthbound. Were ankle-deep in blood, and all because we ate the birds, we ate them a long time ago, when we still had the power to say no.
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About Margaret Atwood
Margaret Atwood was a contemporary Canadian writer. Margaret Eleanor Atwood is a Canadian novelist, poet, literary critic, and inventor. Since 1961, she has published 18 books of poetry, 18 novels, 11 books of nonfiction, nine collections of short fiction, eight children's books, two graphic novels, and a number of small press editions of both poetry and fiction. Read more on Wikipedia →
Themes
- Dreams — Aspirations, visions, and the world of the subconscious