Developments Of Fairytales Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Developments of fairytales—whatever they are—
Made to imagine the tomorrows that could not weep forever—
The miss stepping mothers reclining in pieta against
The road kill—while they sing songs—evangelical-
And Christmas trees evaporate—I remember skipping school to
Head down those roads—and when my wife was beautiful—
It was not an easy process—stealing my mother's clothing
To sell at the book sale—and when the unicorns awakened
They had no one to cry for—the Mexicans were already
Done trimming our yards—the hemispheres were so baby blue
And emptied of airplanes—the playgrounds kept their
Ghosts on the swings—and it was an hypnosis altogether
In the bright and airy winter—but you are coming home to me
Across the world—and you lethargic with child carried
In you belly's retinue cannot remember the forget-me-nots
That were never passed down—I seem to be hanging upon
The precipice where the dwarfs fought with the dragons—
Left nude and empty underneath the negligee of the stars
And forced to watch as another hero entered the beauties of your town.