Seamus Heaney Quote

My poor scapegoat,I almost love youbut would have cast, I know,the stones of silence.I am the artful voyeurof your brain's exposed and darkened combs,your muscles' webbingand all your numbered bones:I who have stood dumbwhen your betraying sisters,cauled in tar,wept by the railings,who would connivein civilized outrageyet understand the exactand tribal, intimate revenge.-Punishment