How It Has Happened For You, Alma Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I want to kill myself because I am even now in the penumbra’s
Cage fits:
I want to kill myself because I am even now too far into the
Inevitable fight of the reasoning to the very
End of this:
While I guess he crossed the frontera with you, and
Had to children like sting rays,
While I cannot even breathe with you anymore:
All I can do is scream and scream while the
Age old traffic passes,
And it cannot ever be sold by Disney World:
It just goes on an on,
While you have his initial on your right hand, Alma:
While none of this hubpla can ever be bought to be even sold,
And the age old Satan never even gets a day older,
And the days just come:
Alma, don’t you know, that this is just the way they belong to
Us,
And they just belong, like tool sheds, and toy chests,
Like fish happening unto these wishes:
Don’t you see, how it has happened for you Alma:
That they have come and come.
And finally and eventually, that I have given up and welcomed them.