To Inherit The Earth Poem by Robert Rorabeck

And then I will survive forever in nothing
In the absentee places where the highways leave
The Earth
Teaming,
Or I will enjoy the zoos, kissing before
The lips of the albino crocodile,
While the romances who never seem to
Enjoy here always seem to embark from
The Earth—
As the weather gets colder, and you seem
To swim further away from you daydreams,
But it doesn't get any prettier—
While then the flowers flow and seem to
Die into the river—without any words
Or any other intentions—
They just seem to do this according
To the buildings of nothing—and the daylight
Eclipses the unannounced utopias
And my unborn children seem to inherit the Earth.