The Godly Blend
“corpses of colors” ~ Jaime Mathis, It Rises and Falls
Some colors go to graves when they are dead.
Envisage them in mausoleums carved
By wraiths. Imagine, was there once a red
So violently lovely it was starved
To death by simpering, jealous hues and what
We have now is an effigy or ghost
Of what that thrusting color was? The strut
Of yellow might have been the throbbing boast
Of zinging oils that painters used until
The greedy shades of death began to haunt
It to its current tint and made it chill
To what it is, something far more gaunt.
Our only hope is orange blares as bright
As ever and will resurrect their light.