Dead Colours
Colours
Breach the harrowing steel
That cages taciturn hearts,
Spilling loose
Droplets
Of prismatic frenzy
To stir up
Pastels of revival
Within concrete eaten castles,
Housed gaunt and grey,
Tenements gripped numb by bold shadow.
Colours
Spring to womb
The Tree Of Life.
To shade the drained city’s
Lonely and wandering
Feckless captives,
As the evaporating bastille
Hisses serpent steam
And takes its wisps of anchorless vapours
Down to hell’s belly.
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