"Vincent Knows"

When labors toiled
And clean is soiled,
Vincent knows.
When collars white
Have no more sight,
Vincent knows.
When pigment runs
Of yellow suns,
Vincent knows.
When none will stay
There's blood to pay,
Vincent knows.
When chill is night
And day is fright,
Vincent knows.
When black crows die
It's time to fly,
Vincent knows.
Don't Gogh, Vincent.

Copyright 2001 Clasmeyer