And it burst.
Jagged fragments of the spectrum
Rained across the ground
With deadly festivity.
I saw an old lady
Impaled upon a shard of indigo.
I, myself, was almost struck
By a bolt of blue.
They say that the streets ran red.
It is not known how much of that
Was merely chromatic.

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