The name of this poem is 'Home to Roost'. When I wrote it, I was kicking myself for a number of choices that I'd made. But when I went to send it to an editor in New York, it was at the time of 9/11, and it was on her desk at that time, and it suddenly sounded exactly as though I was commenting on that event, as it was happening. And I had to call her and ask for the poem back, it was so cruel. Although now I think that it would have had a certain element of truth, but it would have been a very inappropriate truth for that time.