Then in colour

In great grey forms

the people move;

in colourless masses

the workers

come to work;

in silence the population

are held in

the snap steel routines

of living, producing

and dying.


Order it is and

order it must be,

and with that order

we are called to

move as steadily

as the flow

and rhythm

of the sea.


But then in colour

a person comes

and walks

the opposite way;

and squeezes out

from tubes of paint

all the colours of

the rainbow,

and throws them

wildly at the crowd

in acts of madness,

in glorious acts

to make,

to create,

to paint,

a vivid work

of art

in laughter

and in tears.