Received my copy of LAAB and couldn't be more satisfied with how this piece turned out!
Here's the entire strip along with the translation:

Panel 1
I remember the roots of the olive tree,
fragile Lichtenberg figures,
discharged by an excavator's snout.

Panel 2
I remember your fingers splitting into the soil,
transubstantiating land into legal formulations.

Panel 3
I remember you turning presence into absence.

Panel 4
But, on the margins, the ground is still spider-veined with broken roots.
What grows from these exit wounds you wonder?

Panel 5
A crop without hope.
A crop without fear.