Enemies Poem by Robert Rorabeck

A marvelous execution is coming today.
New boys are becoming men,
Though already their wives
Are taken by the enemy.
Newlyweds are introduced to shame.
Their children look backwards in the Polaroid
Impatiently waiting after school
For the beat up blue Chevy to get off work.
How long can they crouch down
So their schoolmates cannot see.
In the living rooms of shadowed latchkeys
The pallid microwaves bake their dinner,
While I’ve secretly been seeing a friend of yours.
What would you say if I wanted
To make a museum of our love?
Before the honeymoon, it was all over.
The enemies took us away, and made us enemies.