He was the sort of man
who wouldn't hurt a fly.
Many flies are now alive
while he is not.
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The poem itself falls into paltriness from, 'That's not what I see' onwards. I would not have expected that.
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)
There are a few good bits in the text, though - such as, 'Maybe there's something in all of this/I missed'. Rewritten, this poem could get somewhere.