The
ongoing brutal war in Ukraine is only the most visible of dozens
of armed conflicts across the globe—insurrections, rebellions,
civil war, tribal battles, intractable conflicts spanning decades
if not centuries. Nuclear
sabers are being rattled by Russia, China, North Korea,
Israel, and, yes, even the United States. The nagging Cassandras at the Bulletin
of the Atomic Scientists have reset the Doomsday Clock to 90
seconds to midnight—the closest to oblivion it has ever
been. Peace is not only not in
hand, it seems increasingly impossible.
Even
back in the 1970’s Canadian Margaret Atwood despaired. The feminist
poet, novelist, cultural critic is best known for her
frightening dystopian novel The Handmaid’s Tale.
They are Hostile Nations
i
In view of
the fading animals
the
proliferation of sewers and fears
the sea
clogging, the air
nearing
extinction
we should be
kind, we should
take
warning, we should forgive each other
Instead we
are opposite, we
touch as
though attacking,
the gifts we
bring
even in good
faith maybe
warp in our
hands to
implements,
to manoeuvre
ii
Put down the
target of me
you guard
inside your binoculars,
in turn I
will surrender
this aerial
photograph
(your
vulnerable
sections
marked in red)
I have found
so useful
See, we are
alone in
the dormant
field, the snow
that cannot
be eaten or captured
iii
Here there
are no armies
here there
is no money
It is cold
and getting colder,
We need each
others’
breathing,
warmth, surviving
is the only
war
we can
afford, stay
walking with
me, there is almost
time / if we
can only
make it as
far as
the
(possibly) last summer
They are Hostile Nations from Selected
Poems 1965-1975. Copyright © 1974, 1976 by Margaret Atwood.
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