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Unravelling The Rainbow
Unravelling The Rainbow
(with thanks to William Blake)
1
The rose-tinted glasses
Smashed into my eyes
And I was blind;
For a living I took
To the "chartered" streets
And began unraveling
The rainbow
Starting with cool violet
Till the undoing
Of leonine orange
2
I listen to the colors in my hand pulling off
Row by arched row
(My blind eyes can only hear
The "chartered" rivers flow...
You know how those lines go:
"Marks of weakness, marks of woe.")
Blake's harlot has stood still
>Cursing at the marriage hearse..
High-class escort or two-bit whore
She thinks of her torn purse…
A beggar on the other side
Recites a verse spawned
By hunger (the one for food...
Not for love and when in the mood)
3
My fingers seek, and cannot find
The other end of the rainbow…
Every newborn on the road
Opens its crusted eyes slow…
(looks at mother with olive hair
Scavenging for rice)
And then utters
A goaded cry of fear…
In every voice
In every ban
The mind-forged manacles I hear
