The saline in your teeth bestowed us life
Your canopy of wisdom billows like
death billows the soul
Your memory grasped into our veins like Wysteria
Dropping one by one, wilting


Into the eyes of the crows
that ate the eyes of your dying children
you engraved your name
so that every child that dies
Remembers


Unto the sea of wheat we spew
our rotten teeth so that they may blossom
And the seeds shall be fed to our
wavering kind
So you will be remembered


Behold!
Lotuses of swamps long been forgotten
Blooms that may only blossom within blooms
Whom that dwell in the mud of the ancients
Yet unstained


In our being, a black pearl
that grows from the fields of Israel
So that we, lotus lover
Are worshiped, venerated
and will be remembered