Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of Paramount/Viacom. This poem is the property of Jacqueline Bielowicz and is copyright (c) 1977 by Jacqueline Bielowicz. Originally printed in Furaha #5, 1977.
Nancy Hedford/The Companion
They have no right to do this to me. I'm an
Assistant Federation Commissioner and Kirk
must do what I say. I'll die here! It isn't
fair! ... They don't care that I'm dying.
Well, I don't need them; I've never needed anyone.
Yes, if I were stronger, I'd use Kirk.
It would be so easy; I've done it so often.
I can always get my way. What I do is important,
more important than any of these people...
I've always known when to grasp an opportunity
or, if necessary, make my own. There is always
something in a situation you can manipulate to
your own advantage.
But I am dying, and how can I
take from Death?
You are the Man. To you is given all my being;
your needs are my primary concern. When you
need shelter, food, companionship, it is given
to you. Whatever you want, you will receive.
But still you have this unrest in you.
I bring you others of your kind. It gives you
joy, but will it bring you peace?
No, there still dwells in you a hunger I can't
You have no danger, no trouble. Can you not
tell me what this need of yours is that I
may fulfill it? I can feel your demand of me
but I do not understand it. What more can I
We are Complete.
Now we can serve both the Man and the Woman fully.
We still fulfill his needs, but in return, we give
him our needs to be fulfilled.
It is warm, this new thing.
We give him our care, our support, our love; in
return, we take his love and care.
It is a richness we have never had.
The sharing is good ... Now there is fullness. It
will not be easy, this new life, but together, he
and we, we will live.
This is the gift of sharing.