Sunday, January 08, 2012

The seed of change

Cold pavement indeed
the night you died,
but the airborne drop of blood
from your wound
was a seed
your mother sewed
into hard ground –
your life's length doubled,
unlived, stilled,
till one flower, thorned,
in her hand,
love's just blade.

Stephen Lawrence by Carol Ann Duffy from the Guardian

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