Cover us with earth
but remember
it is from our eyes
the translucent probes will grow,
reaching out in the dark,
and on our subterranean arms
will grow new tubers,
some you’ll eat
and some you’ll sow for seed,
and they will reach out
and multiply, multiply.
these are our eyes
that send the green shoots up
like leafy periscopes searching sun
to violet tint our white bells
with their little pollened peals
that silently mourn
silently love the dead.

: Christine Broe, Dublin.

Published in The Green Dragon No 2, March 1997.