Moment Of Daylight Poem by Robert Rorabeck

With dragons almost the same color as
Your eyes—I cannot languish here:
Those suckers want war and death,
They come from bright houses
But without any chimneys—
Getting up, the sun reminds them of
Their gold that was stolen
Almost seemingly from the sky—
This is why they are done laughing, smoking
From their nostrils—with eyes the
Nuptial coals the same property as
Alligators—
I think they will team up to the stars—
Evaporations of great rivers -
Evolving, they will come to think the heavens
Made of thieves—every moment of daylight
A golden baton passed across the world
Through the breath that must belong to them.