Zoetropes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

You all get together and make love, and this is what
You all have been doing for so long that you all
Have become accustomed to the song:
Now the ponies ride: The kites glide, and the kittens are oh so
Mewing beside the fire-lit side of the gold fish who are oh so
A glowing;
And I have this Alma in my side, like a feathered arrow-tipped bride,
And this is what I have been doing for so long,
So that this is my age old proverbial song; That I am so alone,
That I am now sunken into the cottage cheese pornographic folklore
Underneath the far away bastions that the airplanes are sewing;
That it doesn’t feel right, that your bodying is mowing my bones through
The night,
That my body should know better: That my body is cast away:
My body is just a cast in the carriage, while your body is so fully lit
And laughing with its family that it should be in Christmas,
While they come again the strange tattoos, the entire crews,
Laughing and prancing their zoetropes across the epidermis of the
Bays.