Without A Single Word Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I want to believe that going to the movies
Is the only activity that I can take a stand in—
And I want to message your brother who is now your
Sister in Dallas, Texas—that I still love you—
And maybe there are reindeer who are still mirages in
The dry desert climate,
While you've still been climbing out of the shark tank—
And maybe I still love you,
Or maybe now I am just an echo that you want
To forget about—
After the long day is gone and all of the horses
Are already praying to the stained glass of the mountain—
And I loved you—and I loved you a thousands times—
While all of the rest of it became echoes and echoes
I could not pronounce—
The joy in the bellies of the spacemen—and another day
Languishing to the tenements of the self-same free
Cadavers—
As all of the cars were parked near the sea
As all of the monuments were erected without a single
Word for me.