The Baseball Diamonds Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Shadows of an ambulance in the shoulders of a
Christmas tree:
The elves seem to be telling us everything about love:
But it may just be an impersonal emergency:
Yes, it is Christmas:
It is Christmas, and I am just getting up to sell the world—
And all of the heavens bivouacked above
The shopping malls:
So, how will you go down into her forever-
On this side of your week:
How will you possibly believe in her forever—while
All of the captains are keeping their model boats—
Against the wishes of the movie theatres,
And so like whores—
This seems to be a city little boys are building with
Their little games in the woods—
Until it is suddenly all over—and all of the nighttime has
Won—and the over her shoulders of somewhere,
The sunlight is grinning—the pistols of
The baseball diamonds have emptied—
And the good guys have won.