Yankee Doodle Dandy Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I am holding my head against
A cathedral- or a marionette: it is as brilliant
As a Christmas tree
Come home to no particular holiday: then it
Has to think again about what was its
Yesterday,
As the sisters underneath the house cloud through
Their bedrooms
And there is light singing as they undress and make
A profound use of the shower’s
Acoustics- and it feels alright to rain against
Their freckles- tears spot them where
They’ve not been crying,
And tears run down across where the flames
Are dying, as they forget the boys from their school:
As they surcease into their bedrooms and
Take it easy underneath the ceiling
Fans which are the only way-
As I lift a bottle to their memory as suck the head
Of that genie just like escargot,
Or Yankee Doodle Dandy.