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Table TalkDerek Mahon
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Vol. 2 No. 13 · 3 July 1980
Poem

Table Talk

Derek Mahon

196 words

You think I am your servant but you are wrong.
The service lies with you. During your long
Labours at me, I am the indulgent wood,
Tolerant of your painstaking ineptitude.
Your poems were torn from me by violence;
I am here to receive your homage in dark silence.

Remembering the chain-saw surgery and the seaward groan,
Like a bound and goaded exodus from Babylon,
I pray for a wood-spirit to make me dance,
To scare you shitless and upset your balance,
Destroy the sedate poise with which you pour
Forth your ephemeral stream of literature.

When I was a pine and lived in a cold climate
I listened to leaf-rumours about our fate;
But I have come a long way since then
To watch the sun glint on your reflective pen.
The hurt I do resent, and my consolation
Will be the unspoilt paper when you have gone.

And yet I love you, even in your ignorance,
Perhaps because at last you are making sense –
Talking to me, not through me, recognising
That it is I alone who let you sing
Wood-music. Hitherto shadowy and dumb,
I speak to you now as your indispensable medium.

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