Trinket Each day the twin towers fall but we've shielded our faces to the deaths in other countries in the name of world trade in the name of cheap product. People, discarded like trinkets. We don't want to see those choices in cold hard numbers 4000 workers a day dying. What is a life worth? A trifle if it's elsewhere, a disposable item, flotsam, disregarded. Yes, it’s tragic to lose your own your first born son but its all the same each life a loved one. Who are you to say so, a privileged white woman? I'm a daughter, less valued, slipping through life, unseen the invisible hand that assembles the widgets that cleans the carpets your daily prize your sparkling trinket.