Colors

Blue is the place beyond our reach
blue is the speech made to subdue
red words they preach of violence to renew our fear
the dawn is near

Yellow slices through the night sky
yellow the dye the river pulls
Green now from cries of full hearts grieving in the stream
to wake from not a dream

Orange is what they left to us
orange the rust that aches for end
purple the lust that will bend truth around morning
a fair warning

Orange

Peel
Burst
Citrus – flesh – ripped
               the gnashing of teeth
     pistons of sinew and pulp
                    thrust against the gums
                              they speak loudly of the burning sun

Stifled by a crumbling damn of cotton
                              fire not tamed
                                   but embraced
                                             made temperate
                           the fruits of violence
                                and the seeds of gluttony
                                      surge forth to their end.