Black as black; Gray as gray.
He is burning in hues.

He wraps himself in black,
but it doesn't hide the facts.
Once, he was hung.
Suspended in gray.
Black grime smudged face.
And it turned- faded into the
soft, easy remnants of
people, thoughts, places-
all things the most
loving and generous brains
assign color to.

The eye moves to his wrist.
Rainbow beads washed in wear.
Bandanna bleeding, tied there to its home.
Hang tough on his wrist,
clenched and raised.