Yellow

If I may compare great things with small,
A lemon is a funny canary.
Like a Eucharist wafer, a shallow
Gold dish called patina carries the sun,

A Dutch gilder, a soft pile of arsenic.
In the cool humid lands to the North,
The soil is leached of its bases in
Increase of acid, bile, gall, yellow-green,

Melancholy. From the Danube in the
West, the Melanchlaei, the Black Cloaks,
Melanoma, the black growth, cut with
A knife as thin as a postage stamp and

Tapped into a clean glass dish colored
Like a spark, the Androphagi lived further
North beyond where lay uninhabited
Desert. The winter sun, an ash covered

Gleed in the gloaming a few notches off
The horizon. The falling excrement
Of wild honeybees contaminated
By a fungal toxin, yellowdog,

Yellowsheet felon, felonious Old
World daisy. In yellow rain, the ember
Glowing with breath shall glint. Tawny Krishna!
Tawny Krishna, my gleg exception

At your gleefully jaundiced gloat, young
As you are, avatar, will blaze
On the hide of the First Cow in the sky-
Less world of ice, probably yellow

Metals, bright materials, made piled-up.
On the blown bough of the tree man was made
From, a yellowhammer, yellow-shafted
Flicker, glistens less bird and more flame,

Coal made yellow through age & use.
The gold dish grace is brought forward on,
Gilt favor, as genuine as the
yellow-jacket irises of a

half-Manx grey-striped house tiger. Her glib
smile half-slid off the sill. As honest
as gold, as purchasable as what may
be bought with gold. Mercenary. Turntail.

Cad. An antibiotic administered
Against ringworm of the heart, the courage
Blue-grey, mottled, dappled in the dusk’s
Yellow glass, gloss, image made on light-

Sensitive silver-coated metallic plates.
Impervious reportage, yellowing.
Tinctorially heroic & hallowed.