Status Updates From The Old Drift

Now, as her baby wept for hunger and as she herself wept distractedly -- weeping was just what she did now, who she was -- Matha felt that dawning shock that comes when you look at yourself and see a person you once might have pitied.

What was the name of that poem again? The title bit the bait, but she could not reel it in. It thrashed under the surface of her mind.

[damn, that's a killer line]

I do seem plagued by the unpunishable crimes of others.