Draw, Danny Kerman, Draw

Danny Kerman,

Goes to war

Abducting colors

From the rainbow,

Armed with nothing

But a paintbrush,

An eye, an ear

And one left hand.  

The damsels

Sit in waiting. 

The page 

Is expectant. 

It begins. 

It is soon over. 

The valley is quiet. 

The foe has been vanquished. 

The page is replete. 

The evening can come. 

And to me, 

The spoils of war.