Hollowed The Stars Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Sad, sad decomposition
These atoms are frantic,
And tired of waiting to take her
To the prom- They have thrown away their corsage,
Even though they still might love her;
They have ventured into the unlit football stadium
To drink with the boys and their knives:
They can piss everything away then;
They can escape from the sun before
It is devolves into the inescapable:
They can buy their mother a birthday card,
And say it doesn’t matter,
Because it doesn’t:
The little words like a hungry fever
Will eat the starlings before they learn to fly:
A rattlesnake will find the withered nest,
And even bones will flit away once they
Figure out how to conspire with her breath.
She has already found another man,
And has fallen into him like a pollinated crutch:
They will go together for the length of the song,
And even if she forgets the memory,
Tears will line her cheeks curiously, as
He will love her long after the conflagration has
Hollowed the stars.