By the infernal light of hellfire,
a savage rainbow grimly glowers.
Its charcoal ash is sapphire-tinted.
In its spreading port-wine stains
bulging amber veins pulse dully.
Through its dark and dismal arc,
whiskey-tainted winds gust and moan,
driving a sullen sleet of steaming tears.
These mordant hues are far too familiar.
The color of the ocean’s ageless lament,
the somber shades of the holocaust,
the awesome palette of pain
that mutters curses in the volcano’s mouth,
the bruised face of a killer storm cloud.
Our war flags, burnt and bloodied,
flap madly in endless gales of hellish hail.
— Denis M. Garrison
Baltimore, Maryland. 2016.