Her Always Absent Tears Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Her Always Absent Tears
Bodies pounding hidden chests where ribs always
Happen to grow two by two:
Like sisters and brothers looking in at the red organs
Of this operations zoo:
And if you breath too hard, your wishes will mess up the hair
Of trees,
And it will fluster princesses and warble knees:
It will ripple the hidden grotto of hers and crenellate
The dying sensation
Of her always absent tears.
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