Red, White and Blue

RED was the blood in the sand, pooling in the blazing heat.
RED was the transmission fluid, spilling from twisted lines.
RED was chaotic voices.
WHITE was his face, his hands, his eyes.
WHITE was the ash, floating higher. Higher. Higher.
WHITE was the lies we told his family.
BLUE was the sky on a dreamy sabbath afternoon.
BLUE was his lips.
BLUE was the tiny flowers, crimped under his weight.