Looking.Looking deepInto his eyes to see…See that time I smashed Grandma’s glass everyday Fruit bowl and bled out when Carelessly mishandling the ragged Remains; See the tunnel to freedom Extend away from my feet, the Hammering machine findingThe fault in my shoulder;See the well, deep as hisEyes, leading me intoHis disapprovingDeep looking…Looking. Melvyn Bragg, English…