The Kindling Riches Poem by Robert Rorabeck

This is a good sipping rum- I have dolls
From Haiti and Peru in my kitchen,
And chameleons that run through my yard-
When I was very young,
I stared hypnotized at the fields where the
Cheerleaders left
Metamorphosed into stewardesses, broiling
Confections and stains of honey:
I am sure they went up to be willing captives
Of the gods we misspell
In freshmen English- loving whispers of the
Ways that we conjoin again-
Bullet holes of twins overlapping in the
Darkness,
As the comely suspects get away, blooming
Cadaverous and spoiled
To simmer underneath the kindling riches of
A misbegotten world.