RED POOL (IMAGIST POEM)

I lay lifeless on the ground
Staring at the great blue sky
Covered in white cotton balls like a bruised knee
I seemed to be caught up in a war between the earth and a pool
I mustered strength and raised my right arm
My black hands are covered in red liquid
which become droplets on my elbow and fall to the ground as would rain
And I wondered to myself
Never have I seen a red pool