Their Supposed Surrender Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Loose angels in the park the wayward mermaids have
Discovered too lately:
Now they are husks underneath the slash pines
And the carpenter ants mount
Them and take their nipples off like jujus- as the serpent
Surrenders to the sun,
Giving up its dog-tags to the witches moaning above
The baseball diamonds:
That this is their art, while the high craft girls
Tan in the red diamonds:
And school is extinct all summer, and the alligators
Forage,
And nothing else changes:
The dentists grasp for retainers, and the knights become
All lost through the different color choruses
Of the long highways blinded by the nights of
Their supposed surrender.