An excerpt of Martín Espada’s poem, Stone Hammered to Gravel:
Did you know?
When the bullet exploded the stars
in the cosmos of your body, did you know
that others would read manifestos by your light?
Did you know, after the white ambulance left,
before the coloured ambulance arrived, if you would live at all,
that you would banish the apartheid of the ambulance
with Mandela and a million demonstrators dancing at every funeral?
Did you know, slamming the hammer into the rock’s stoic face,
that a police state is nothing but a boulder
waiting for the alchemy of dust?
Written for a specific person, at a specific time, in a particular place… and yet, and yet. For how long will poetry like this be necessary?
The entire poem:
Stone Hammered to Gravel
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