Come Sail Away Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If I came to you now, wouldn’t you stand without
A dropp of sympathy:
You might even laugh outwardly at my scars,
And that would be okay as long as you served
Me beer.
Rimbaud was laughed at too, and he lost his leg;
And you could get your bluer boys with anchors on
Their biceps to rough me up a bit,
And then swing lippy into you to show me how it
Is done, if I was brave enough to drink from
Your venal crèche; but my body is constructed for
Hard labor,
So it might surprise you that after I knocked their
Lights out and dragged you past the cheery
Buildings of your favorite University, thrashing up
All the not so wild flowers along the way
As another useless gift of suffocating beauty,
I would keep my balance and stamina, and it would
Only hurt a little, coming up out of the sea
And losing your breath, and saying such names
That I suppose, after awhile, we might name our children.