the working civilian- 
                            heart felt. 
                            heart destroyed. 
                        it's all about me. 
                        it's not about you. 
                            i understand this now. 
                        i suppose it was my own 
                            naivette. 
                        but i suppose that it's 
                            all 'ok' 
                        i don't recognize you
                            (as my lover) 
                        i don't recognize you 
                            (as my brother) 
                        
                           a foreign tounge 
                          lashing my actions 
                           'whipsmart' and 
                            sinew rubbing.