from the article:
Behind My Voice
Behind my voice —listen, listen— another voice sings.
It comes from behind, from far. It comes from the buried mouths and it sings.
They say they are not dead —listen to them, listen to them— while the voice rises remembers them and sings.
Listen, listen: another voice sings.
They say they live now in your eyes, sustain them with your eyes, with your words.
So that they are not lost. So that they do not fall.
They are not only memory, they are open to life open wide.
Listen, listen: another voice sings.