Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,196 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Carelessly Precious God - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Over and under
Rivers
Indian givers are
Precious liars;
And I always wondered
Where you
Disappeared to after
School,
Because it was as if
The day was ending
And my bullies
Existed in a void
While I awaited
Always for the return
Of the education of
A carelessly
Precious god.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 16, 2009



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