This is only the second poem by Margaret Atwood I post, but it more than deserves its right to be here. The poem plays with the classical image of a siren, luring sailors into her arms, just to devour them. However, she does the same to you as a reader: she lures you into the poem as it were. If you’re not into mythology, then at least read it for the ending. Such a good twist, so witty, so smart. So Margaret Atwood.
This is the one song everyone
would like to learn: the song
that is irresistible:
the song that forces men
to leap overboard in squadrons
even though they see the beached skulls
the song nobody knows
because anyone who has heard it
is dead, and the others can’t remember.
Shall I tell you the secret
and if I do, will you get me
out of this bird suit?
I don’t enjoy it here
squatting on this island
looking picturesque and mythical
with these two feathery maniacs,
I don’t enjoy singing
this trio, fatal and valuable.
I will tell the secret to you,
to you, only to you.
Come closer. This song
is a cry for help: Help me!
Only you, only you can,
you are unique
at last. Alas
it is a boring song
but it works every time.
Margaret Atwood