These colours are carnivorous
Swelling lemon yellows
Leaping grass-blade greens
Claw at me
Climbing, calling to me
Silver cobwebs spin by
Flapping laundry, cotton grey and gold
In the sun,
That bleeding, insatiable flame
These colours are so deep they stick to shadows
Of the pants, the shirts, the socks
But nothing bares its teeth like
The sky’s unflinching blue
Every time I raise my head
It threatens to consume me
Swallow me whole
Siphoning off my soul
And the colours
Silver, green, gold, all
Sliding into one snow clean scroll;
The sky, a lacquered screen
Forever watching
Wildebeest, wandering god’s eye
Chasm of pure light, bleached sea
Ready to engulf
The last crumbs of me