there's cancer in the sky.

The painted sky
that no one could paint
that no one should paint
(you could bever get the colours right).
the yellow
and cornflower
and sky
and rose
with violet.
but it was tainted
by the worm,
the tube of
smoke
that ran through it;
ran through it
like a snake
reminding us all 

of how we
fucked up.