Маргарет Этвуд. Все больше и больше

More And More 

More and more frequently the edges 
of me dissolve and I become 
a wish to assimilate the world,  including 
you, if possible through the skin
like a cool plant's tricks with oxygen 
and live by a harmless green burning. 

I would not consume 
you or ever
finish, you would still be there 
surrounding me, complete 
as the air. 

Unfortunately I don't have leaves. 
Instead I have eyes 
and teeth and other non-green 
things which rule out osmosis. 

So be careful, I mean it,
I give you fair warning:

This kind of hunger draws 
everything into its own 
space; nor can we
talk it all over, have a calm 
rational discussion. 

There is not reason for this, only 
a starved dog's about bones.