So Swift And Mercilessly Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Drops of passion from the second half of
Liquor bottle:
Now cops come and arrest me except that I am
Protected by the watermelon faerie;
And I am protected by these songs, by the way
I have been playing myself over the
Mississippi:
And now your day is done and your beautiful eyes are
As tired as enchanted embers;
And I suppose you have to go to sleep,
To awaken and grow old from your another child’s suckling
Barb;
But you have a business and a house, so rejoice:
For all of the men of our race will love you, and you are
My muse,
So now in the morning we can eat the dead animals and
Pet at the dogs at the wild track;
And position our backsides again into the earth;
And know that this is the way it comes; it comes so surely
As waves upon the shore, as the moon pulling me;
As I have tasted my meet, and now I know the mountains
Are rising;
As I know you are rising so swift and mercilessly above me;
Sharon- Sharon; aren’t you always rising so swift and
Mercilessly above me.