Some With Meaning Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Word of these broken phalluses has gotten nowhere.
No one cares to be wounded by
Impotent soldiers.

Nevertheless, my wife's contractions are
Becoming closer and closer apart
Even though I have a college degree which is meaningless—

And do not know the Mandarin world for sun; but moon I know: yule-e-lle
It isn't up yet, nor is my son,
But he knows at least two words for everything.

His little sister is being born today
And we can teach her so many things
And hide from her just as many things.

The traffic patterns of men going to work,
Underneath the celestial patterns—
Pretty pictures that come and go: some with meaning and some with not.