Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,025 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Ejaculating In The Misspellings Of The Afternoon - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Tallest of trees
Laughing, stretched out all arms
At the edge of the parking lot:
People coming in,
Doused by sunlight—
Animals making believe they are people
Wearing masks,
Ready to make a sacrifice of their
Greatest of gifts in order to survive—
The sun going down all
Around them
And their campuses,
Dousing them in crepuscule,
The little children amidst them laughing
But fearful—
Going home to get warm in their
Souls,
Bathing suits shed in the sunlight
Until they are all nudity of the darkness:
And the waves roll in,
Caressing, being orchestrated by the
Satellites—and the wind
Pulls strong and swift,
The marionettes making love comply—
Ejaculating in the misspellings of the afternoon.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and loss


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 22, 2015



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