However

Alleys

           behind the alleys gardens

sunflowers beyond time

glorious gestures in the sky

the happy eye

But

           the shadows of dead angels

           shadows from Warsaw

           black lilies in the white fields

           regions of fire and smoke

However

           gardens

           and behind the gardens

           weeds grow toward the sky

           forests rooted in smoke

Where

           (who do we ask)

           the hand that distributes sky

           to all who are and

           who are no longer

Where