The Unbearable Folklores Poem by Robert Rorabeck
The Unbearable Folklores
From each little seed
A candle tucks in
To the wishbones of its
Graveyards
Even while the firehouses
Are yammering for a
Paradise of fireworks,
As civilizations loom through
The forests;
Epochs of miscarriages
Searching for
The fire escapes of
Wombs
Leaping like senseless
Equipages-
Towards another
Fieldtrip to the breathless
Darkness gathering for the unbearable folklores
Of a pestilent orchard.
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