Their Absurd Fingers Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Ants around her lips try to be
Obnoxious, as the airplanes clouding the sky
Like queens in an apiary:
Making up there so much love,
So much weeping, while the tourists lay in
Them like
The confections of piñatas, or in their
Classrooms bloom for
Angels moving their houses of clouds over
The great herds of buffalo or antelope where
The mountains rise up, aureoled and
Delicious- aggrandizing their nourishments
Down the slopes
And through the snouts of unconscious reindeer,
All the way down past the train tracks
And cars
Where the dogs paw at the rattlesnakes
Who have already given them fair warning
And now point their absurd fingers at the exact
Point where I am afraid lightning
Will eventually strike the earth.