Cliff Notes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

In all its ways
The land goes down,
Goes down falling as children
Float and laugh in the waves,
To the sea in the sun,
And everything is inevitably real:
The beautiful and the scarred,
The amphibious life
Which takes no surrender,
Though always eventually
The heroes die,
For they forever create the better monsters:
The unconquerable things that
Have her eyes,
Things left undefeated with no last name
But their own,
In the mist, in the park,
At the edge of the all too real continent,
When you went alone
And believed it could be true,
Though afterwards you crawled home
Licking your wounds,
And she walked on down the hill,
When another man became her king,
And sailed off with him into another land,
In the space across that is leading upwards
Far away where things carry new names
And children are born
From the golden caesuras,
Pauses between the lapping waves.