Whenever one of us gets down in the dumps
it’s up to the rest of us to come to the rescue.
The situation with Red is that he realizes
he can no longer be a drone to the Queen Bee.
My friend in browns & greens furrows his brow
heroically. Earnest Green fashions some handcuffs
to help keep Red from working against himself
in this time of turmoil & great need. Still
the lower half of his body disappears. We try to provide
something else for Red to focus on, all his pain
but his hope too, in danger of fading fast away.