W. Todd Kaneko
The soil, the livestock, our memories of the war,
everything flourishing before it vanishes—breath

severed clean from our bodies, our shadows
sunset-deepened and woven with dirt,

whole family trees succumbing to the blight.
My grandfather returns to life, back still

bent by history’s quiet yoke, his memories
of camp forever decaying into the tiny garden

behind my house where my father’s death
is the soil, where silence blossoms now

all year round. Or the soil is my grandfather
eating darkness, the spectral memory of camp

that feasts upon my father and his father,
me and my son. There are no such things

as ghosts—I tell my son this every evening
as he gazes up the dark stairwell towards his room.

What will be waiting for us when my boy
is old enough to ask where he comes from?

What will we find when our memories of camp
finally molder back into the ground?
from the book THIS IS HOW THE BONE SINGS / Black Lawrence
 
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“All the Things That Make Heaven and Earth” is for my father and his parents who lived at Minidoka, the concentration camp in Idaho for Japanese Americans during World War II. The poem is also for my oldest son, who is just now starting to learn about who they were and where they lived.
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