on your grave, for remembrance.
A pyramid too grand for Pharaoh.
One for each child passed over the hedge,
then on to friends, freedom, safety.
Light as feathers in your hands:
you felt only the weight of those left behind.
Six hundred stones.
Six hundred tears dipped from an ocean.
Six hundred seeds rescued from a forest fire.
Six hundred suns saved from a dying galaxy.
Look, Johan! Each one turns
a night to day.
Johan van Hulst
In Memoriam
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Thursday, March 29, 2018
Six Hundred Stones
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