the day they jailed the colors
i watched with the crowd of grayscale citizens
as red ran screamingdripping from between the bars of her cage
and they beat her with whips and pressed her tight into a jar
the man with the iris-less eyes
he raised his tube to the air, and the clouds
they ran, morphing quickly from lion to lamb to mountain to plain to love to hate
before they finally gave up and fell along with blue to the neatly sealed
vacuum container
i ran barefoot along a colorless trail
and sat listless by my window
the sky fading faintly, indistinguishable streaks
robbed surely of something but perhaps not anything

then later i realized that my tears had been clear all along, so
perhaps they were right when they said we needed to move on.