You and I / Roger Mcgough

I explain quietly. You 
hear me shouting. You 
try a new tack. I 
feel old wounds reopen. 

You see both sides. I 
see your blinkers. I 
am placatory. You 
sense a new selfishness. 

I am a dove. You 
recognize the hawk. You 
offer an olive branch. I 
feel the thorns. 

You bleed. I 
see crocodile tears. I 
withdraw. You 
reel from the impact.