Sonnet for a Rainbow

All I have now are the pieces,
but I see the rainbow streak across the sky.
The pieces rattle between my fingers,
shaking as I fear what I have now.
There wasn't much before,
But all I have now are the pieces.
I strike out and burn the pieces,
they burn until they are powder.
Their ash will build the memorial,
their ash will be the concrete between the bricks.
I don't care what the pieces were before.
I don't care what image they made,
now they are something completely new.
And I see the rainbow streak across the sky.