Civil At The Civic

As Josephs exudes his
Metaphysical coat
Of many colours,
In rainbow sounds,
Harmonizing into
Silver and gold
Rhythms of his soul,
As they touch
The beauty or truth,
Carried in his heart,
His armour against
The blackness of hypocrisy,
The stinging red
Pain of injustice
Still felt
By his little child,
Deep in the pain,
Deep in his soul,
The darkness of his soul,
Reaching for the colours
Of his metaphysical rainbow.


Cy, august, 2000, Nelson, B.C. (To Joe Keithly)