Fresh Flowers (鲜花)
Xiao Qiang (萧强)
It is the sixth dawn
After the hunger strike.
An old woman, both eyes blind and rheumy,
Leaning on a little girl,
Grasping a bouquet of fresh flowers,
Totters in among us.
The picket line instantly parts
And the raucous square falls silent.
In the vast darkness
Flowers as red as blood.
本诗原载“北京诗笺”.
