(...) A man reaches behind my eyes and finds them empty a woman's head turns away from my head in the mirror children are dying my death and eating crumbs of my life. Pity is not your forte. Calmly you ache up there pinned aloft in your crow's nest, my speechless pirate! You take it all for granted and when I look you back it's with a starlike eye shooting its cold and egotistical spear where it can do least damage. Breath deep! No hurt, no pardon out here in the cold with you you with your back to the wall. Adrienne Rich