The Crownless Memories Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Crownless Memories



Remembering the crownless
Memories,
The bloodstains on the ransom-
The cold filter of
Death’s nostrils
Over his weeping meal-
The closing eyes of a
Man intelligent enough
To know
His way is not to
Heaven.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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