by Isabela Basombrío Hoban

We commemorate by offering poems
With flowers that are cut
And dying for the dead
The same death where life goes
On living
Resting on an earthen pillow made out of Easter lilies
Circular like the inner ear
Hearing that Freedom is life
Because a flower will not bloom on another flower’s stem
Nor die without first giving rise to its fragrance in remembrance
Peace in memory lies

Isabela Basombrío Hoban is an award-winning bilingual poet. She is also a multidisciplinary artist. Originally from Peru and living in Ireland, her recent poetry collections are “Nothing belongs to everyone” (2022) and “Rain Love Death Poets” (2023).