at daybreak

the future shines chrome yellow

like the enamel of a school bus

full of teenage anarchists who swear:

they will get it right

until a life of time passes

without pry or notice

as the cities fill to fulfil

their invented purpose

and the world the same,

having glowed before

and met with solemn vows

starts to bore

for dawn is a bride draped in an ochre veil

whose luscious hues soon go pale

but her yellow stuff

that paints the mountains

that paints the trees

that paints the sea

that made fervours yearn

like fever burns

the earth, it turns

skin red

with the prickled sense

of a colour wheal:

it reminds us,

the brilliant are responsible

for all undoing