Under Each And Every Feet Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Under Each And Every Feet



Laying in the hedgerows, nose red with rum,
The rattlesnakes despising the cotton mouths up from the
Banks of the really torpid drainage:
The sky all blue with shark’s teeth and shark’s wounds;
And you are in school: you are learning how to hit the town;
But you don’t see that the sky is cooking above this
Feathery esplanade: each blade of grass a vermilion wing under
The fine shoes of housewives:
They are in the kitchen nooks tipping glasses up to skies,
Bosom sore with their new retinues, their little kids like little rabbits
With sore red eyes;
So the clouds gurgle and spume: they are living evidence that
Bodies move up from the shores of the earth, up from the grove
Lands: All gathered from the teeter-totters; the middle ground
Is their changing room,
And now they are in the sky cooking up something sweet, and
We are looking up, the housewives and I as well, while the
Various menageries of despised serpents curl under each and every feet.

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