Magazine December 31, 2018, Issue

Poetry

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SONG OF CALIBAN

Though slave to him I plan to kill,
From here on in
I mean to do the things I will.
I mean to do my master still.

I’ll bow and scrape with grace.
I’ll “Master” him
As if I knew my place.
But I will feign and learn what’s human;
Know this thing that is a woman;
Study how to hide my curse,
But call it down with words far worse
Than any I was ever taught,
Till I have all I sought.

I will begin, this day, to be
More powerful than he.
Maybe I’ll know the word that he calls fear,
And pour it like a poison in his ear.
My schooling will

Len Krisak is an American poet. He has taught at Brandeis, Northeastern University, and Stonehill College.

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