Robert Rorabeck

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

Forts Of Early Morning - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Your children were laughing and snaking towards reason—
Like bottle rockets snaking their way to the other side of the canal
To lie in languishing epitaphs
While I remembered my professors at the university had pictures
With themselves and John F. Kennedy:
And now I die at your doorsteps—and you don't even have to
Come out to listen—It is not a gentle art that I am doing,
Getting drunk and languishing into the sleepy business that lies
South of Disney World
Our out in the early morning baseball diamonds—
This is the aesthetic truth that is struggling to be truthful enough
To procure a wife—
Line out with them in the forts of early morning—
Very soon there will be a battle where no one will survive—
But until then, I just want to buy her flowers and sing and sing
And sing to her….

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 18, 2012



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