shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

David Adès


Poem for Stephen

in memory of Stephen Lawrence

What you left for us
when you were overtaken by darkness
were shards of light —

not so much the rays
of a setting sun igniting an evening sky
and then fading

as myriad splinters
caught in the remnants of a shattered mirror
along with broken reflections of ourselves.