BLUNTNESS  WITH A LITTLE GRAVY .. .

A black sun sets on the yellow sea, splashed golden
  trees whistling strangely, pyramids the grey mountains
this mauved sea, twisting and turning, a whore at her work
  turns men’s minds puce awa’ fray the words a’ King David
these worthy anglers abate the falling, flaming arrows titian
  ever the black sun steps out coldly of his argent skies
my alma-mater singing urgently the purple clouds of warning
  I hear the shepherds green who stand in lightening storms
kissing hoary clouds of which many may fold me in their arms
  carry me from this white hole of death, lay me fleshy grey 

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