Blessed Ablutions Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Blessed Ablutions

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The light happened on the kid in his time:
The class stood up and listened to their named and
Then brushed their heart to the flag,
And I eventually and for evermore fell away, and started
Thinking of you quite depressingly:
My wick so full of tears it would never light, so I
Just sat right there alongside the mother lode of beetles
And listened to the ripples of airplanes in the grass:
It was a sad show like guts of a three ring tent that all of
The animals have left;
And when the summer rain blew across the school yard,
It carried your eulogy to me as if on the wings of a
Really champion paper airplane,
Even though you had taken so many lovers as to have your
Good smells rubbed off you: and you had finally settled
Like an exhausted tourist down in the apathetic bosom of
The Grand Canyon,
And got married just to have something to sustain yourself on
While you wondered aimlessly,
Though I have already forgiven you and even dug you
A grotto where the waves come in and crowd the pews of limestone
Where my cannons sit with the make believe crocodiles
Like true believers waiting for the day hikes of your body
To give them blessed ablutions in your penultimate flesh.

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