The Kaydids Poem by Robert Rorabeck

On every Christmas, the foxes strut out
Tender footed, underneath the marching band of
My heart while it is still alive,
Just as the fishing boats set out while the fish
Are still biting,
And then I have no excuse but to presuppose
You,
To kiss and curse you through the preternatural
Moats of all of the heavens whilst they
Are still happening,
And the girls play out, barefooted,
Hearts leaping-
And dancing for serpents in the carnivals I guess
You can have no idea of ever happening:
And the airplanes clatter across the dinner
Tables- their sororities
Stumbling, and becoming the famishing hallucinations
For all of the heavens,
As their tails unwind- and the chandeliers glisten
Like boats sinking just beneath their waters,
Whilst all of the simulacrum continue laughing on
And on-
As the katydids kiss themselves to the cypress-
Because I already know that it is just the one or
Two things that they can forever do.