In The Red Entrails Of The Sun Poem by Robert Rorabeck

All those same things that were without you
Are inside me now—
The dogs are running over the forgotten clay,
And parts of suburbia become
Flooded from the last of the titan’s tears:
And no more brave than this:
Skipping school,
Pulling the wings off grasshoppers,
Trying to remember the last letter put into
A word about you—
Now that the lake is gone and there
Are only salamanders and Gollum
Who speak something of the red haunts of
Baseball diamonds—after another wish has been
Exposed—
After another day dream ends in the red
Entrails of the sun.