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.

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