Treasure Island

Robert Rorabeck

(04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Game In The Sand


The crack in the sky
Is full of ants:
Cadmus’ bull is taking
Europa away,
Little children are making
A game in the sand.
Their father is hypnotizing
A chicken.
I heard you were getting
Engaged,
To the tallest of the
Cavalry men:
His teeth are perfect,
His skin is smooth,
His eyes are wanton blue-
Near your feet
The ants are crawling,
The clouds are gathering
On the Mediterranean,
The same as they did for Rome-
I am kissing your column
On the quiet lake,
You lay in my arms
Like a broken doll,
I have been away to war
So long,
But now I can smell the storm:
There is silver in you now,
Up and down
I will not go away:
The ants are crawling
From the sky,
Little children are making
A game in the sand.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 26, 2008

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