Who seduced you? The lean wolf, who warned you the fat wolf
Would say to you, “Defy instruction, for pleasure is enough?”
Who seduced you? The philosopher? Did you call his bluff:
“Scholars say, read a poem for learning! But learning’s a curse.
The end of life is happiness, but scholars teach the reverse.”
Who seduced you? Was it wine, which poured over you: “Pleasure
Is here; thought stops, delays and toils for measure?
Why dig for a hundred days? A moment holds a treasure?”
Who seduced you? Your own beauty? Which quickly you used,
Cynically, in fake pleasure, to make someone else confused?
Who seduced you? The riot of the hungry world,
Which made you love the dull quiet of the world?
Who seduced you? The director of the actor in the film which made you cry?
The soldier, who never watches films, who said, “today, I die?”
Who seduced you? Christ, who said, “The sweet, soft lamb
Will save you from the reasoning of a sly and tedious man?
Who seduced you? The sacred, sacred tradition of the sacred, sacred cow?
This poem?—Me?—Or your mother, who said, “eat your meat now?”