red eyes on red lists
laid by a chrome stethoscope
a spectrum of bleeps
-
protocols read out
fall on muted ears and screens
two toned sirens cry
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the plague crowned green, now
allied with past bereavement
a brother lost twice
-
last words and looks gleaned
off the lucent slates i held
my heart rent anew
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blue are the vestments
of my vocation but our
skins are colour-blind
-
these primary colours
amalgamate to form all
our visible light
-
merged yet still diverse
like all my pieces before
i gave myself to the part
About the Creator
Ernest
two parts junior doc
four parts tired and one part
haiku grand novice
@ernesstts
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