Cornucopia's Young Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Your stewardesses are still all here:
Their gunfighters have melted into the slugging rivers,
And someone has to sing:
That I have been up past midnight, but I have been disproved
So many times,
While the new graves are being dug, but what will
We put into them,
Alma- Except that I hope that your child is well, or at least
I hope you have seen another good movie,
Which will give us a little something to talk about,
Because you have not seen Colorado:
You have not been that far up in the loins of the tourists
Beauty, the other opulent camouflage the gringos
Either stole or bought from you,
After the conquistadors had defiled your grandmother,
But you will still be here tomorrow,
Alma, because I know you are practicing to become a citizen:
And you are still quite beautiful while the lesser men
Water ski in the opposite direction
While I drink to your soul and read Shakespeare,
As your day births it cornucopia’s young.