Transfixed-and in disbelief-I Stared-
“It must be spotless” the Rainbow woman whispered-
As she polished-where the rich man-
Had emptied Himself-of ugliness.
The “Gatherer of Grapes”-spoke his dreams-
As if he believed them-
A Rainbow Man-
” Intimately attached to the soil”-
Would build his house- Like the rich man on the hill.
Will they clean their hands with Devil’s Thorn-
Whilst we rinse our mouths with Black Lion.
Somewhere over the Rainbow.
Watching a documentary on the Rainbow nation enticed these words.