The Jewel Of The Road Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Kill myself in the jewel of
The road:
I am the prince that was a toad,
And in my meat is
A full load,
Of gemstones and nematodes.
Your birthstone waited for you
At the food court in the mall,
And after your daughter
Was kidnapped,
You gave him a call,
And let him repeat in you the sounds
The way water evaporates and crowns
The roofs of these lords
And bangs,
Makes sweet séances out of petty things,
Or puts sweet words into the mouths of
Otherwise dirty things;
Makes them turn round and round,
Until they are dizzy and all
Cleaned,
Makes them say these things.