Let the wind forget their names
Let the earth forget their bones
Let the moon forget it ever shone in their eyes
We, as the artifice the eons have crafted
Make our own stones and render our own remembrance
We are like gods now: heed the warning
If the world has a heart—and I think it may
Listen to the ground and hear the happening of it all
And you might remember when we were conceived:
From the love lighter than nothing, quieter than silence