Bikini Atoll Poem by Robert Rorabeck

We make love in upright coffins:
The sun protrudes and harasses the skeletons
Of the day like umbilical hernia,
As the students sweat to and fro from their
Portable classrooms:
Their teachers carrying books they don’t cherish
Anymore,
Like exlovers sent like paper airplanes across
The canals.
The weather vanes kick start, as the albino alligators
Fart in their zoos underneath the flight paths of
Stewardesses who are passing through
Perpetually with the bronze wings of their
Pilots on their boisterous minds.
They wonder if they wonder if they will reach
The newfound beds of their destinations on
Time- as the cocks crow from England,
And monsters rise in the early morning hours
Of a disastrous Japan.