Do You Understand It Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Don’t you know that you shouldn’t
Be cruel to me,
S-:
My heart is butchered me on wax paper for you,
And I am making love to my
Uncle for you,
And I’m cleaning all the palm trees near the
Canal for you,
To make it beautiful for your new
Wedding,
And the coral snakes on the cake;
Because you are not my bride,
S- and your name is just a word from
Another country,
But I’ve made you immortal now,
Just as your daughter will also make you immortal:
I try to remember the names of beautiful plants
For you,
And I try to keep on going,
And try not to think too much about my Catholic
Libido and the rivers that just keep on flowing
And drowning children,
Because you are my sick muse,
S-,
And E- in my venal muse:
Do you understand it….