The Promises Who Have Fallen From The Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

From where we live, the backyard coliseums
So from the armpits of the yard
That all the way to Arizona can be seen and stories
Told of a desert of stain glass broken underneath the
Feet of rattlesnakes,
And beautifully feathered arrows shot into the heavens
To bring down newly budding angels
Who suspected safety in the camouflage of the sun
Where a glorious draught strikes the earth
And rises from its skin the same kind of deities
As Easter that the overpasses fold up
Like petrified bows- and the garden snakes come out
From tying in the manipulations of the newly
Budding dehydrations- and if there is a girl right here
Who you ever loved, she has already gone in
To someone who can better provide for her;
But you are left out in the overprized gutter with the murals
And the hummingbirds collapsed from the exhaustion of
Likeminded hallucinations so that the find themselves
Solicited to by the most persistent of serpents
Who have already molted their skins and bed blankets for
The katydids- so that now they can say something
Wonderful, pedantic and legless, to the promises who
Have fallen from the sky.