Is It Better in Color?

From the child's scraped 

          knee,

to the wide, torrential

          sea,

Is it better in color?

          Like

the ruby-red polish on

    death's fingertips,

          Or

the bandaged elbow,

when the little girl slips,

Is it better in color?

          Like

the grave tear, rolling down

    the widow's pallor face,

and the last appreciative tear,

    falling from its rightful

          Place,

Is it better in color?

Is anything better in color?