At the end of his pleasure, he left her to fend all alone for the tiny life growing within.

She bowed her head down and gave birth to a mountain, a baby unsheltered by daddy's strong arms. Young and weak: easy prey for the cheaters and users crept into the life daddy sold for a song.

That child started small but will grow up real big, at risk to abandon his own child some day. We all leave mountain-sized imprints around us. Our glaciers carve valleys, and then melt away.

Our staff knew the mother as one more sad case in a caseload that clamored for action and aid. All we could offer was money, perhaps, 'if things go our way, ma'am, if we get the breaks.'

He had a chance to support his young family. He abandoned their hope to seek pleasure in full. Sliding down to the lights of the dazzling city, he fathered more children to leave to the wolves.

The last thing I heard, he was in a new car, cruising the mean streets on Saturday night. His child never sees him, but he's doing well, working for cash, staying well out of sight.

He abandoned the past and its burdensome baby, the struggling family he could have done right. He fled to the depths of the dazzling city and there - in the darkness - he drinks in the light.

At home in the darkness, he guzzles the light.

He bows down his head and gives birth to the night.