Bones Of Swingsets And Conquistadors Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Understand that silence is better than this,
Translated from the German,
Or the hummingbird- and grandparents are passing
Away:
Working class soda jerks standing outside of
Glass windows up here on the bluffs above the great
Mississippi,
And Mark Twain was down there but we didn’t see
Him;
And the greater and lesser professors parlayed,
And I went on campus and stole a novel, something
I couldn’t write for the life of me;
While I was gone my dogs got into an argument:
They almost ate each other,
Starting at either end; and it’s a long ways to Christmas:
No so long to Halloween.
They put a hole in the air mattress,
Now we all get to sleep on the floor, our working class
Dreams: big cities,
Bones of swing sets and conquistadors in the desert.