For he who holds the memory of man
For he whose arcane business is long forgotten
Why should he bless you?
If you cannot even remember his face
He who holds the past upon his shoulders
And the future in his hands
Hail Zachriel, Angel of Memory

written by Peter Mohrbacher

petals placed in copper bowls
    just outside the door
strings of bells in wooden fences
    for the wind to move
boats of paper lowered into
    the Euphrates
lanterns burning in martyria
    beneath our homes

        (offerings)

written by James Pianka

METAL PRINT