Back In Mexico Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Birds lying low in the scars after fireworks
Waiting to make love to other birds
As the serpents approach through the doorway
Of flaming swords, as I was thrown out of
Her gardens in the trailer parks at the edge of
The orange fields- as my muse makes love
Tonight to her husband in a bedroom beside
Her parents, and beside her sisters:
They make love as quietly as they can, as
They made love back in Mexico- they will continue
Carrying on as they can,
As the waves will recede with the moonlight that
Has not her own face- as she is pulled to him,
Like an echo lost from my lips,
Like a warmth shed of my body, as the trucks
Pearl into the darkness - deaf and blind creatures
Sleep as they are awakened