TO HUE THE GREY

40 hours purr roygbiv week,
I cross 2 rivers to get to work
Once at dusk and another by dawn
The light redshifts from the left and then casts violent shadows from the right.

And how the bone dry plants in the heart of winter 
glow like shattered gold under the ever blues of fading skies,
Before they disappear in bereaved black 
under the dirty sky that stays weeping gray forever.

Dead things floating in the poisoned water,
And living things that still swim in that choking filth
My favourite coworker, with his dry sarcastic humor
Blows out a plum of breathy smoke
"I'll cut down in the new year,"
His white lies thru yellowed teeth.

The twin  bridges rise like a machinist god from liquid ashes
There's a hospital a venue to a cemetery  right against the road
Like a soft cradle to the cement grave
A highway paved with intention
straight unto hells of our own making.