The Amber Beacons Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I awakened up again today to hear another voice,
The same old voice clapping and making forays: the jungle of birthdays
And smoking candles like the incestual waters of a forest fire
Burning upside down:
They say I have all of these pains but it’s just because I wear such a
Heavy crown,
While all the cheerleaders slumber, while they beat their first under the half
Opened shells of bridges,
While Alma also rests, more beautiful than any of them:
Alma, the soul of a lighthouse, saving even heroes: her world so bright green
But hidden, her bedroom I have never been to- her man of so many years
Coming back to her like to palms meeting in the prayers and the amber
Beacons that Alma brings.