(Published in Cafe Dissensus, 17th May, 2020)
Crimson
The sky never dies
never falls sick
never splits
It stretches from end to end
uniting man, space,
birds and beasts
with its silent song
interrupted by thunder
calling out to the lightning
to strike, strike out
the Darkness of the rainclouds
that drain pattering
the Earth till drenched
with the wetness of the sky,
it springs back to life.
The grass grows green on both sides of
the national divide separating mankind,
Serrated, till gun violence creates a Splash of Red.
The sun sets in the West.
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