The Beautiful Animals Poem by Robert Rorabeck

There is a heart twisted here and in her lost ways
She has gone away from beauty- If she had known
Beauty all along,
She would have escaped by now- These words would not
Linger as the unimpressive scars
The ants trundle over, bivouacking underneath her summit,
Waiting for it to bloom:
Yes, she is waiting to caress another lord, but he has gone
Again to the river to taste another of his girls,
And the country rolls on beside him, selling and lighting
Off fireworks,
And it is a good guess that we live on beside her,
And tell her stories as they are needed- the exegesis of her
Weeds,
We linger like smoke from a forest gone up into the heavens
After all of the beautiful animals have run away.