Remember me, you said,
engraving your image onto my skin.
You taught me to carve myself
into knives, to sharpen my edges
against the ones I love.

Remember me, you said,
crawling into my belly like a stone.
You rolled up behind my eyes
so I see your face reflected
in the faces of the ones I love.

Remember me. 
I will cut a cavern into myself.
I will slice you out, out.
I will take this stone of you
and carve it to mark your grave.

Remember me. 
I will carve myself like ivory.
I will rub my edges smooth
against the ones I love.
I will see their faces clear.

Beware, daughters;
take heed, sons.
Bury your fathers
in their own graves.
Dig them out of your bodies.