Poetry: Echosightings Vol II, BLACK AND BLUE (Misery's Gallery)

A johncrow sweeps
across a cloudless
sky
An Impressionist
swirl
Against a seemingly austere
Landscape
But far below
the crow's eye
sits an unmoving palette
Drums
Tyres
Myriad plastics
Labels
A near blinding panoply
Set off by the sickly green river
of sewage
Smearing homes streets
And sidewalks
Not too far from our
feet
Semi-industrial sludge
aroused by a stone
Splashes and drips
with Pollockian fervour
against a crusty sun-baked
canvas
A gallery of
Miseries
To which a multi-hued group
Are but temporary
Witnesses
Some near retching
others silent as the
gully shrubs
Mans inhumanity
And disconnection
painfully
On show