Robert Rorabeck Poems

Before I go to sleep
Your songs lay like
2by4s on the rainy
Earth. I gather them
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I climb the highest mountains
In Colorado
To get closer to her
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White mice play in
The red ribbons entwined
About her ribs— where
She is the permanent product
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You wrote me today
(Oh, how I count the times,
Though they are very few)
The little lines you seem to pull out
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Read my words,
The fruit of ignorance,
And you’ll have nothing left to do
But to return, uncensored,
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They should bury me
Right now,
While my heart still
Beats with your love,
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When people handle the
Species of the flesh,
They think of nothing but their
Long lost childhood
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The powers which control you
Are too great to understand.
You stand there holding his
Silver hand—
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I can say nothing that doesn’t die.
A word spoken quickly returns to the silenced void,
Unless it takes root, to nest behind her eyes to live awhile longer;
But this, sadly, it rarely if ever does—
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You delivered the bomb
The last summer,
Your pilots destroyed our civilization,
Our inland empire;
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