Colorization Technique

from Hands As Those Of Mice by Révolution Industrielle

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Debt collector dearest,
sitting there palm-raised,
smelling of smoke and dust,
what more do you want from me?

I have nothing left to give except that which is not mine.
And anything that is to come is ill-gotten gains.
Can I make good that which is unrighteous and bloodstained?
I fear I am too weak to push up roses
from ground where even daisies die.
I'm afraid that the scorched earth is claimed by bullets and cyanide.
And the grass is tended by those with broken backs.

Paint me gaunt and underfed
as a gardener, trowel in hand
working for beauty amidst death.
And if I am ever old and gray
burn me at the stake,
because I would rather starve
than eat of that which I hate.

Debt collector dearest,
If I ever raise my palm as you do
out of anything other than purest need,
then I swear, oh dear God, I swear...

I will be made lower than the dirt I am buried in.

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from Hands As Those Of Mice, released January 3, 2014

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