A Single Bird of Unknown Species

The blaze above black mountains
yellow, orange, hectic red
if it’s morning or if it’s evening
no one ever knew
 
such beauty wrapped
in so much sadness
until it hit them
there it was for everyone
yellow, orange, hectic red
the photographic aftermath
of a gargantuan explosion
bleeding above high mountains
ridgeblade black
 
who lacked insight to say
the sky is blue
the sky is the color of sky
morning, day, evening, night
the sky is drained of illusion
the cold and beautiful light revealed
morning and night and evening
and all the long and wakeful day
a single black-winged bird floats by
the sky is blue
or white
or grey