Shitty Blue Tarp (A Poem)

Scrap of blue tarp
weathered and worn
an attempt to keep nature at bay
shredded 
whispering in the rooftop breeze

and yet
still so blue

and I ask myself
who decided that it would be blue?
and 'that' blue

I remember a trip to samoa
or was it fiji
blue tarps over homes
cars, shelters and decks

weather 
whipping
frustratingly, unruly and ugly

olive green maybe
even a steel blue if you must 
but no
a shonky cheap and cheerful blue

and it now flaps
skinny, shitty
frayed and fearless upon the roof of ruin
one of Christchurch's many old
now utterly hopeless memories
a memory flagged 
by a sickly insufficient
and artlessly cheap rendition
of blue.