Painting by Archip Iwanowitsch Kuindshi
Red the bloody cloud in the river,
Green the iris spears piercing the mud,
Yellow the celandine creeping so deftly
Over the orange of rusting blades.
Steel grey the rain on the trampled meadow,
Blue the smoke from the funeral pyres,
Purple the haze on the poisoned pools
Where carcasses caracole bloated and pale.
Silver by moonlight the silent lagoon,
Violet by day, a stagnant pool,
Still as the grave at the ocean’s edge,
A pewter cup full of indigo tears.
And pearl the mist that hazes the moon,
On this night of rejoicing beneath the dark stars,
The bright crystal shards rain to dead voices keening,
A myriad lives broken at the rainbow’s end.