The poems try to convey stories and images from a not-too-distant past, of steel and etherealness in each soul, that made the best possible world, generation after generations. Voices and places, things and people, souvenirs plentiful and deep, for, poetry was their breath!! They were impregnating the porcelain chest, each sigh was heaving louder than the other, awaiting to be released into the air.
Where's it supposed to go, the ancestors who have been on this tillage thousands of years, their lived moments, but settle back into my being!!
