Diatribe Of Crossbows Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Diatribe of crossbows as the lights go out
And the young girls have to bow and bow—and then
Have to fend for themselves as there is no one left
In the living room—
In the morning—daylight and sunshine and sharks teeth—
And the deliveries are delivered
And the lunches are made and the school yards are
Attended to—and in the shade there is shade—
And the bobcats sleep amidst the grave stones on a slope
That pretends to say the pledge of allegiance to the
American Flag—
And the numbers swear off the higher elements-
But, eventually, there is another playground filled with echinopsis
And shade—and another muse figures out just how she was
Made—in the daylight with the boys all around her—
Spitting their fireworks upon her shoulder blades—
Doesn't she just figure out just how she was made.