To Our Dead Relatives Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Poem a version
Of what was mentioned to happen
In art class if I were divided
And had the chance to hold hands with the girl
I love
To kiss her while a butterfly’s wings divided
Over Mexico
And strut out and got horny into middle of
An august festival and a looked around
At all the open things they saw
Like windows on vines to which the foxes
Smiled
And danced, preening: and later on there
Was certainly roller coasters and water falls
To which I took all of my students to
And we made a day of it, holding hands
And flipping head over heels
Drinking libations to our dead relatives, and
Try to forget about all of our days at school so far