ANNA ANSWERS TOBIT’S ACCUSATION
Though blind you think yourself all-seeing, but
seeing were already blind. In my arms I carry
what I have earned, while you grouse, make
me a scapegoat. With open eyes
you slept, now you just sit there, your robe
the worst for wear, a mole, not worth kicking, you
the just, the ever generous, but still
a miser, to your power wed. No
Tobit, I am not a thief, you know that,
between our bleating please and thank-you, for
giving gives honour, receiving makes trivial, that
gets your goat. Try washing your eyes
with the gall you spew, scrub the arrogant
muck off your soul. And see!
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