Passover Valentine

When the body went into the bread
Like a grave or a seed
Alone in the darkness without ceremony
First it found its way to the bodies
Of babies and children in mass graves
All over the world
Where it became that green wave
Coming to meet them
Weeds growing freely in schoolyards
And vast empty places
Only then could it go on
To enter the rest
Of the earth around it
To root itself and sprout