Pink talks

When we came to earth we found them,
La-sticks we called them, precious currency to mark our
Territory.
We did not know what the different colours once signified, only that
Some seemed for every-day use and others remained pristine.
We lined them up as
Citiscapes
That no one lived in or could.
Towers where colour was so bright and yet had been worn away.
We reflected on them, and cast
Their reflections into our pools.
We tried to understand their language, but could not.
Who should tell us what gold means against silver?
Why they can be retracted up and down?
What does the bright colour mean against the soft?
One is for power, the other for submission, we understand.
The La-stick does not speak, it cannot answer, it
Has no mouth.