under the rainbow

eyes peering out of little frozen ampules
chase grains of amber crystals spinning
southbound the elevated train chugging
a top hat glazed terrain in feathery oils

tanned red hides strain at brittle bones
poison lips chanting to chase a dictator
the hillside mission melts to a blending
dripping thick yellow drops of charged ions

pointed threats cut to the deep, bleeding
while ever bright shadows burp a giggle
as sleeping acolytes rise with the masses
spitting out black lung diplomas to genuflect

grey lies echo softly above the sky breaking
light screams a shade brighter than white
as the horseman thunders in pounding hoofs
raining down a crimson juice of cleansing

gentle the landing found under the rainbow

Robert Filos is an author of poetry and short stories that combine beauty and wit while highlighting social justice issues. Published worldwide his poetry received over 40,000 views in 2017. Born and raised in The Bronx, he now resides in the South Carolina Low-country with his wife and children. He can be reached at rfilos63@gmail.com. Read other articles by Robert.