RED

To you, blood spilt, is wine –

Wine spilt upon the ever grasped goblet.

Empty glasses break upon your closed fist,

Cheers.

You cheer praise, to Power.

Our brothers and sisters across the dead sea

See only…

red.

The aqua sea seems to be lost in the red.

Red overtakes holy water.

A droplet upon your pressed white napkin

Goes in the hamper.

To you, the dirty is always erasable.

Your initiative is explosive.

Your intuition is eruptive.

Your identity is elected.

Cool shades are worn beneath the

Beautiful blue sky.

We see only red because

razor blades are tucked,

tucked beneath split tongues.

Red lies are a drug – intravenous 

A dirty needle upon precious matter

Futile smoke,

But what of the mouth it leaves?

Famished blue lips unspoken.

But you know your red can be hidden;

Redacted with bleach.

To you, blood spilt is no crime.