The Journey of Man
The oriental spices
Saffron speckled rice
Standing on the Great Wall
The scarlet silk of dancing dragons
Brushes the terracotta armor
Of the Shang Dynasty
Flowing scarlet cape
Sits upon a marble pedestal
Cold, uncaring decisive thumb
The Mediterranean
Squelched by this sea of claret
The aqueducts could not siphon it out of Rome-
Dive into the crimson sunrise
Emerge as a witness
Of the ancient ritual
Thrust into the dancing flames
The red painted faces
Call upon their ancestors
The buffalo kicks up the red dust of the dried plains
In remembrance of the wild raspberries
Tamed.
In these same fields
Hundreds of years from then,
The rusted plow lays abandoned
In the red eddies of the parched sand
Dreaming of that swelling tomato
The clacking of the vermillion shot gun shells
Legs covered in festering sores
Charging towards the bunker’s crest
At last the tearing of the garnet flag
Replaced with the bold stripes of Revolution
The thumping dance floor
The swirl of neon ginger
The ecstasy melts on the pulsing tongues
The red party cups tossed empty
The roar of a Ferrari engine
The rush of the highway, the hundreds of glowing rear lights
Vision full of ashen white
A guard rail, a cherry tree
The bloodied glass, a head rolls off
Spattering the grass.
The sunset, the stained glass window to peace
Unreached.
