some men find no passion no sanguine servitude worth worry it is from a hollow place come prophecy the deepest and saddest luster profit of prophets a stained ore of starvation and guilt from gorging come the love of hunger tip of the sword of Christ ah, here is that blood more sacred than woman, and bread here is that cardinal on my shoulder a spine of patchwork concrete sins bound not cast away rock of resolve here is understanding here is the passion of some men