Red Star, Red Army Red Banner, red eggs,
red lipstick Red Cross, red blood. and then: Soviet red,
Why God, do I currently see
in front of my eyes?
RED AND BLACK
in a red toga With red clothes With red boots
thrusts the black spear into the black bull.
The wicked heart of the criminal
is black like
the skin of the slain
BLACK AND WHITE
I read in the white of your eyes that you don’t love me
not even like the black under your fingernails.
The purple bags under my eyes,
the fruits of white nights, became black
in the blues.
sung a poet hidden within a book sitting
near a Babbitt idling
on a green meadow greener
than the greenery of the green greened
in green trees stroked
by a spring