Robert Rorabeck

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

Her Back On Me - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Now here is Sabbath school- here is a charm for your
Body, Alma- here is my spit and whistle,
And I getting drunk in my littlest of homes, trying to cultivate
Roses for you,
While the buses are all daisies: My childhood is all gone,
And here are your children coming up,
Just like each one of you: Michael and Heidi, and they have that
Home where your parents live,
Where the sunlight is also slipping with the airplanes and the
Copper heads,
So far away from the erudite backyards that I once knew,
And so much more beautiful- the playgrounds are like hot wax,
And now there is a killer in my house as big as a snuffing bull:
You left me here Alma, just like you came in before me,
While I was still working and left the rose I’d given to you:
Now you are home with your husband and children in another world
Which happens on the other side of where the airplanes are
Leaping,
For I am continuously bothered beneath these flight paths,
While you are just as tragically beautiful as a fairytale who has turned
Her back on me.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 29, 2010



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