The Drive-In Theatres Of The Ever-Loving Moon Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Jealous as the children are to souls,
As new words are to the memory,
As the cars lay outside, tanning in their parking
Lots,
As each orange globe, sinks and becomes
Pregnant underneath the moon,
Where the trailer parks lie like sardines,
Or other places that have become transplanted
To the land of the talking cats
All across the other sides of canals
Where the kidnappers are taking our sisters
Every day to kiss and make love outside of school—
As the classrooms come and fill up without
Our memories—
As it rains and gets cold outside,
As the hummingbirds die beside the water holes
Outside the apexes of every classroom—
So it comes to this—another drunken night
Outside of the carpeted apothecaries—
All of the classrooms in that old high school
Abandoned,
As some other souls make love
Or contend to be Christened as Shakespeare and
His retarded brother walk their three legged dog
Over the drive in movie theatres of the
Ever-loving moon.