COLOURS

COLOURS

was too much
in a dark time

so
yellow
as,a,yolk
crayoned in
a big fat Sun

took the whole box
went to town
did
   my thing

cacaphony of
those childhood colors
thrusting up
raining down

which, to be frank,
too much, way
too much synesthesia
for just
about everyone

not to speak about
those echoes
bearing hard
to bear

time of wonder
time of trauma
              toxic
teaching

children to be
seen but
      not heard
locked away

where indeed not
in time of holy war
to be
   taken on crusade