Vietnam
Bone gardens of the Mekong delta
thigh bones embraced by seaweed turning,
bones of children turning thru tides
of the blood stained mother of rivers.
Nourishing rice along the river’s path.
Land remembers
politicians forget,
jungle remembers.
Buddha mountain tangled with monkeys,
spider webs glisten with sweat of soldiers long at rest
and a generation of holy children turned away.
