Red

imagine the deepest ocean blue eyeballed

by the deepest blue sky

(on, say, a dancing geisha’s blue dress)

then turn it red

 

imagine the greenest moss in the wettest

most luminous green rainforest

(on, say, a tree hugger’s green bandana)

then turn it red

 

imagine the greyest hour of work

in the dullest grey walled office

(in, say, a grey supervisor’s grey report)

then turn it red

 

imagine the blackest bird

in the blackest nightmare

(in, say, the dark windowless mind of a malevolent god)

the turn it red

 

even those reds cannot begin to grasp

the red exploding onto the concrete

from the severed throat

of the first sheep I killed

 

[published in my ‘The Knee Monologues and Other Poems’, Picaro Press, PO Box 853, Warners Bay 2282, Australia]

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~ by Peter Lach-Newinsky on November 9, 2009.

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