To the Colors (Paperback)

AFTERMATHA a¬aLITTLE BITS OF IVORY EMBEDDED IN THE GLASS, CRIMSON WAVES CASCADING, DESCENDING ON THE DASH. BRIGHT RED TUFTS OF COTTON ARE STREWN ABOUT THE PLACE, AND PUDDLE AT THE BOTTOM, IN A PLACE THAT ONCE WAS SAFE. COOL REFRESHING LIQUID IS USED TO QUENCH A THIRST, AND USED TO WASH AWAY THE PAIN, THE SORROW AND THE HURT. SCRUB AND SCRUB FOR HOURS, AND ALMOST GET IT CLEAN, A SWEET AND BITTER STENCH, STILL LINGERS ON THE SCENE. A GUILTY THOUGHT NOT FLEETING, AS I FALL ON MY KNEE, AND THANK OUR GOD IN HEAVEN, TO KNOW IT WASNA a¬a T ME.