Pomegranate Tears
By Zahra A
Published 22 September 2022
Grandmother cries.
Blood red crystals, arils,
small and young,
life opened; alone on the ground.
Tears flow from the earth, Kabul.
Howling sacred words, forgotten.
"Walu1," he cried, his story.
Grandmother gone.
Two trees, sisters in time and knowledge,
different languages, stories interwoven.
"Wanaruah," Grandmother tree cries and howls
Trespass!
1"Sun Woman" ~ Yolŋu Matha language
http://www.aboriginalastronomy.com.au/content/topics/sun/