No color at all

where the accident occurred,

not even light,

a pigment of horror

spent in time.

“They” are blank

Filled in later with facts,

facts only

no person,

no spill of blood,

just the facts,

no smell of fuel,

burning the grasses

no dark relief

just the smell

of the ocean’s breath

preparing for a storm.



Dave Barber

Okinawa, 1993