The Monuments Of The Effigies Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The sun was up all of her times
As she laid in her bedroom and
Prayed to a god of blue boys in football uniforms:
She was shady
And not fully developed, and the sea took to
Her liking:
When she undressed, it was only halfway:
Her fireworks were
Cerulean:
She was only half-blue. Pg-13 was her favorite
Rating-
Under the Christmas tree she slept alone:
For a different holiday she was waiting-
Her mouth and eyes took to books the way
Civets took to mountain hibernating in the hidden
Nooks of
Hibernian fountains- for in their ineffable
Basins they were somnambulating- as the unredeemable
Tourists practiced their insouciant sports upon
Them- for upon their excelsior cradles they
Were counting,
And like babes up to the lactates of strange heavens
They were mounting-
And, collectively, their gods joined a chorus and
Pitched their tents
Underneath the monuments of the effigies of unduly
Kings which they were too happy to be burning.