B: Xxxxxxxv: Grey - Poem by Douglas Scotney
Viler than any of night
are the horrors
of the gloom of GREY daylight,
when you glimpse the legs and hair
as your face hits a spider's lair,
recognize who's lost and lonely,
not just hear the cries,
why it isn't gloomy GREY we wear
when a loved one dies.
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