In Why? the second stanza grabbed my attention. Stray too far from who you are your insides become hollow. That is deeply true, and it is important to hear, frequently. As you say in a later stanza, we are apt to be cut and sliced by life. The hard part, as you so eloquently put it, is to pull the pieces back together again. Your elegy to June, 1969 is quite stirring. Forty eight years later, and it is not to be forgotten. But it is Price which echoes most loudly in my hollow soul. Words have made us pay, over and over again. This is a wonderful expression of the mind and heart of the poet. Thank you.