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A Rose Snaps
A fragment
for Neda Agha-Soltan
Many ways to slay a rose
By blade, by dark, by fire,
To every death its shame
To every death its ire.
A Spring transfixed
The only ever given,
The stabbing instant when
Light was forever riven.
A cloud was wounded
With all her worthless brightness,
A cirrus now distills
In drops of dark her whiteness.
A voice was choked and
Hurled along blood’s trail,
Deluded and distorted memory
Of what refuses to be clay.
The sail that flew across
The breezes can’t be lifted,
The wings’ blue balance
Has been forever tilted.
The ocean’s breath was chilled
Heaved the wind in chains,
Of water’s foamy mouth
A marble wave remains.