This poem comes in two parts, in fact I wrote the second part first. And I wrote it in a workshop led by Christopher Reid and he asked us to take on a non-human perspective, and I thought it would be very interesting to hear what a blank piece of paper thinks. And when I wrote it, I thought it was a bit lonely like that, so wrote the first one to go with it. There is a date in the second poem, 16th March 1988, and that was the date that Halabja was gassed and five thousand people died. I guess this poem is about two pages confessing their sins to each other.