Centaur Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Touch him now if he cannot move
The legions are marching between them,
Dragging the sky behind them
Like a curtain torn down from the theatre,
The red secret draping the early morning
Woman’s lips.
Then she rolls over and plants her
kiss on him,
Those petals trough like mollusks,
Leaving their trails upon him.
Daisies grow up from behind his eyes,
But he does not blink.
He cannot move. His body is hiding
The forensic evidence of so many years
Separated:
They were hooked and when she stepped
Away, her two legs an entire Calvary-
Subtly she tore him down,
Gutted the sky like an entire beast
And cast him off her shoulders,
A meal for the earth. Afterwards,
And for a little while
She was so ashamed.
Entrenched in the storm,
She steadied her steed and cast her
Sorrow in the furrows he was
Turning into,
But with the memories quickly
Meeting their end,
The sky curled and turned into
A beautiful rainbow,
She encouraged herself to follow.
Quickly then,
Dragging the sky behind her.