In Coitus With The Devil If Only For A Second Poem by Robert Rorabeck

As the night laid her somber dress
Across the street and fondled the
Drowsy corners of the houses,
All these ordinary members of
The neighboring family
And the prefabricated dreams
They held like cheap eggs
In a carton,
Dozens and dozens of
Them planted along the street,
The children continued to play on,
Fumbling blindly,
Hoping to soon figure out,
To understand without the aid
Of helpful trained animals;
They tried to pick up the
Tools and vehicles they were
Practicing to be made into,
All night long
When their parents prayed for
Them,
The sun sinking behind them into
The sea
Where I joined it’s army and sailed
Out to the West, across the
Prairie where the dark silver
Conquistadors marched in the river
Into granite extinction of text books,
All the way to the other place,
Long forgotten and run over,
The sexless chambers of God’s bedroom,
Where he swiftly took us up
And made us and the earth
Into a great red brick he threw
Through his ex-wife’s window
And disturbed her, if only for
A second,
She in coitus with the devil.