Before The Resilient Gazes Which Never Move Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Before The Resilient Gazes Which Never Move



If you put me here,
Then this is where I’ll live;
And workout,
And shave- And hang my things out
To dry.
I will be the only ant in his new mound
Across the canal,
Whistling industrious
Where all the tattered things from your
Brighter new homes are blown;
And I’ll make crèches out of the loosened
Things you have forgotten,
Or misplaced purposefully over here,
And though there will be no swimming pool,
No ancillary bath to sing with those white
Birds who are exhausted from their
Expensive habitats,
I will run my eyes with the minnows and
Plasticine toy boats sunken all the way
On my side of the canal:
It is a funny thing,
That they have made it this far in their voyages
To me,
Like scraps from a dictionary nobody has read,
And the first star for me appears under
My left eye,
But it isn’t a star at all,
And I have come to realize that there isn’t life
Anywhere else,
No matter what the scientists suppose,
And there isn’t anywhere real at all except
For where you have misplaced me,
And it is a beautiful world the conquistadors never
Awakened,
A song of the superior Chelonia basking in the
Deadfall before the resilient gazes which never move.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kerry O'Connor 25 July 2009

'Like scraps from a dictionary nobody has read, ' - great simile. I like the post-modernist realism of this poem.

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