black, white and technicolor

remind me that there is no God
and nothing is real
right and wrong are merely shades
of gray and dead white men

i will remind you about blue
and deep oceans too shallow
to hold my dreams
too holy to be my creation

remind me that there is no Jesus
his blood is a mirage
his body only bread
his promise the lies of jews.

i will remind you of red
and the corpuscles that hold
a diagram of me
like a letter of creation.

remind me that there is no Bad
only the the results of choices
their consequences:
death and dust.

i will remind you of green
and the smell of pine as we walk
and laugh on our way to pray
at an altar in the forest.