A study in Orange and Black
Chaos
Fire and steel molten
red malevolence poured
from vessel to vessel,
Chaos.
A river of steel flowing growing
smaller, pounded, beaten, flattened,
drenched, cooled,
Chaos.
A whistle blaring, a train’s
coming laden with ore splattering
its contents down the side,
Chaos.
Sparks fly like static electricity
dancing in the air, sizzling
aimlessly, alight near a flowerless plant
growing in the orange rust colored
ground,
Chaos.
On that same plant, a butterfly
A spectacle beholding,
a Monarch, or maybe…
Chaos?
