Ode to Grey - Poem

Has anybody written an ode to gray?

Well, if not, let me be the first. Let me praise

The charcoal pit, tweed suit, and cloudy x-ray

 

That reveals, to your amateur dismay,

Nothing you understand. Who has been amazed

Enough to write a breathy love song to gray and gray’s

 

Nearly imperceptible interplay

With other grays?  O, how beautiful the haze

Of charcoal pits, tweed suits, and cloudy x-rays

 

Of airport luggage. I love the dog day,

The long delay, and existential malaise.

Has anybody written an ode to gray?

 

If not, then let me proceed without delay.

O, let me construct an army made of clay.

Marching, marching, they will be my ode to gray,

To charcoal pit, tweed suit, and cloudy x-ray.