Eyelid Blues
After war
a garden of Eden
for the lost
where dead trees are reborn
Across tiled roofs
mourning birdsongs
by emerald lakes
A garden of Eden
where green grass blades
shoot through young skulls
where blood soundly sleeps
in a well dark and deep
with memories of bombs
buried beneath
A garden of Eden
where tears won’t fall
down through your blued eyelids
-ianbui
from “Mi Xanh” by Pháp Hoan
PHÁP HOAN | 法歡 