How Long It Has Been Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Up in the clove of death: Mars, Phobus and Demos
Circling,
And little cherished starlets: Alma gets her nails done
Before she goes up to see her
Husband: and I love her: I love her like a gold
Bee dying in the lips of a house cat
Who really wanted the gold fish while the fair is
In town- with so much liquor in my gut,
And so many tourists underneath the mountains-
They are speaking to snowflakes falling down
Across the tan trick water fountains-
And all of the wildlife is learning to carry sticks
Of fire and there are spreading gossip over how
Long it has been since my mother has been to their town.