The site is unkept and the flowers stolen
parking is ample by the island of grass
what is going on here and why so many horseflies
memories hidden inside bones buried

 

I can understand why she wanted to die
Poland was where life began and should have ended
the affairs were her way of disappearing
disappearing into the corners of a museum

 

She motions emotionally towards the stone
architecture meant as pure demarcation
grandma is dead
physical structure melting into the background

 

The videotape comes to an abrupt stop
no more space to remember her
the conversation continues for some time
but none of it matters