calls out his name in a voiceso like his mother’s, a startle…

calls out his name in a voiceso like his mother’s, a startled tearsplashes the tip of his right boot.My mother, my love in death.The general remembers the tiny green sprigsmen of his village wore in their capesto honor the birth of a son. He willorder many, this time, to be killedfor a single, beautiful word. How does the general come up with the word ‘parsley?’