Muse On The Moon Poem by Robert Rorabeck

A muse on the moon—
What cadaver is beautiful,
Breathless as it is placed above us,
Like a banshee on
A high cliff over-looking a
Tennis court
We were both dismissed from,
And I was like escargot crawled
Above your house,
To listen to the heart beats inside
Like rabbits sheltering the in
The shell of a giant tortoise—
Now these things I don't
Know, living just east of the airport,
Like a pearl in between the heavens
And the oceans,
And you lay your head down there
Where he is right next to you,
Like a grave of a hero and her dragon.