Dying Daisies Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Open my throat like red curtained windows,
And you will see the sun has set on my
Words for you…. These lines are the last
Remaining embers two surviving soldiers
Sit around, stirring the ash,
But they are freezing to death,
And soon they too will lie down beneath
Their thoughts, and let the flowers of evil
Curl up and devour the fleshy pinkness
Of their happiness. There, their boots
Will stare straight up to God,
But he will wave them off, as he sees
Death crouching like a vulture on his carrion;
He knows that they are no longer his,
But for the pale woman behind the veil
As they now become disinfected from the world,
As the fire now starves upon its muted spot,
No more flames like tongues licking, tasting
The night for bits of you,
So too go my words for you, and these thoughts,
March down to their graves like good soldiers
Nearby the windless lake where you live
With all the beautiful girls without memories
Trying to catch your new fish that flop
Like pale satanic promises up and down
This dead man’s dying shores….