Come At Me Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Come at me
In cadmium waves
The fateless albatross aflame
We suicidal whalers
Ignited with gasoline and
Roman candles—
Come at me with
Hissing torches the survivors of
Shipwrecks see
The ruby hearts of angels
Flying aces, saviors
Like Jesus’ words penned in scripture
The catcher in the deeps
Wearing a red hunting cap
As he pulls them kissing
From the saw-toothed waves
Come at me, my
Ship of bedded breathing,
Disrobed in exultations,
Swimming breathless
Our love moving,
Make a
Growing garden
Bobbing and blooming,
Leaving a wake of phosphorous
The finned Fates circling—
Come at me
Like a wave cresting,
A high heeled viaduct
Blushing and wreathing,
As she steps up,
A Roman legion marching
In crackling wheat in silver slips
Jangling,
Come at me—