This is not a glamorous grey
but grey like an elephants skin,
the color, texture, weight and smell
as that of an elephant.
Grey hands, shapeless
blobs of unformed clay,
heavy when they hit, heavy
in stupid, digits
unformed, prints yet unmade.
The rain will cleanse us all
in grey. Grey sidewalks littered
with cigarette butts,
the world as ashtray overflowing
grey ashes, wet and pasty, the gutters
clogged with grey.
Brains, grey and wilted,lungs
smoggy grey. Not gunmetal
or pewter
silver or ashen. Not granite,
stone,leaden or smokey.
Not oyster, pearly or peppery.
This grey is drab and somber.
This is not a glamorous grey
but grey like an elephant’s skin,
the color, texture, weight and smell
as that of an elephant.