For All Mankind Poem by Robert Rorabeck

They make fun for a little while
And then they play is over: the go back to work,
The rattlesnakes circulate:
The airplanes are coming down, and then it rains;
And when it rains, the shelters feel so warm,
And even through the night the roses bud,
And share their perfumes with the jasmines who
Are up to so many wonderful things:
And in the morning, sunlight, and more truancy:
And the airplanes are like crystal chalices
Exposing their blessed sacraments for all mankind.