B/W
They stole one night
all the colours
of the world, stripped
the fields at dawn.
The sky bled white,
the sea bleached gray
and black death choked
the fledgling day.
Brokenhearted,
the valiant sun
hung the moon in-
consolable.
And leaves were blanched,
and flowers ashed,
and each day wanned
from east to west.
And creatures dumb-
struck mucked the earth
to hard time's boot
to all that is
lost. All that is
lost, to all that;
black is the stab
of your eyes, white,
the spilled milk of
human kind, in
shades love makes all
manner of lies.
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