1. The Burial of the Dead
piercing pain and numbness
dichotomies between feelings and
extremes of being
the narrowing of possibilities to
'In the mountains, there you feel free,'
you would frighten others with your anguish and your heart howls
'What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter'
and we are all the same.