Weapon

The will to power destroys the power to will.
The weapon made, we cannot help but use it;
it drags us with its own momentum still.

The power to kill compounds the need to kill.
Grown out of hand, the heart cannot refuse it;
the will to power undoes the power to will.

Though as we strike we cry “I did not choose it”,
it drags us with its own momentum still.
In the one stroke we win the world and lose it.
The will to power destroys the power to will.

Copyright © Judith Wright | Judith Wright Collected Poems 1942 – 1970 |1971

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