I see the world in copper,
A set of sepia scenes,
The sun glints of every surface:
Water; ground; flowers,
And even the copper clouds.
It amazes and astounds,
This world ablaze;
I shade my eyes from its beauty.
But, through it all, I remain aware,
Colours are superficial,
Momentary beauty that’s just that, momentary.
When you dig deeper,
Scrape and scratch the glamour away,
You realise copper still tastes of blood.