REBECCA ALEXANDER: A WORLD OF FLOWERS
http://standpointmag.co.uk/counterpoints-july-august-a-world-of-flowers-rebecca-alexander-woolwich-pakistan
from Yoruba soil
trainer-shod instead
for tarmacadam and tower blocks
They will say you were a sweet child
mild and pliant if unambitious
until a seething wind of rhetoric
blew through your empty corridors
slamming shut your soul’s last open doors
landing you here, a hollow megaphone
for third-hand hatred
In Peshawar students sift the web
for guidance in building a world of flowers
Gulzar propagates a rainbow,
fingertips dusted with pollen
Fawad breeds in resistance
to pestilence and strife
but you, a continent away-
What have you become,
your palms a red we can’t erase
you have laid waste a life
and with it your mother’s hopes
mourners line a Woolwich roadside
with roses from allotment gardens
and bouquets grown far afield
while in her mind’s eye
the dreamed tree’s roots recoil and fail
and you are lost forever.
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