Fully Fledged Flight Attendants Poem by Robert Rorabeck

In the city lies the citizens laid quiet off the ejaculating of
The exhausting angels:
Those pretty demigods that put them to work, and then
Sent them back home again,
Down into the jungles and the purple fjords of their deeply
Shadowed
Cribs: perhaps like heroes defeated by their own monsters,
The motifs of satellites nearly invisible in their rooms:
The footprints of super heroes,
The metamorphosis of Cinderella’s brooms: and they go this
Way by the byways of nocturnal rivers,
Pretending that the night blooming jasmine is the only
Thing in the neighborhood that will keep them
Intoxicated, as school comes,
And the ixora blushes and turns into full hedges
Just in the very same time that the youngest sweethearts finally
Grow up and become so leggy that they leap across the continents
Wearing the finery of the heavens on their strapless shoulders:
They are now fully fledged flight attendants.