6/11/24

This morning

Sat me next to the woman
Playing
With her chart of red and blue
Believing
That to be her heart

Which left me wondering
Whether she really didn’t see
The radioactive magenta
Poisoning every bud
Of green

And so eye stared
At her map
Of mags
Seeing the windmills
Of the coming days

Stained with crimson red
Chopping off the heads

Of the colourmen