In Forests Of So Many Far Aways Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Bodies pill and recluse for videogames:
My father pees close to sundown, and we don’t go to church:
And the new government is taking charge,
While all of the earth worns cheerleaders are awakening mostly
Eaten form the trench coats of canals just as their graves;
And I am looking beautiful, just as beautiful as possessed slaves:
And the nights full of moon, the very same moon,
And her dresses at prom and all of her secret toys;
And it makes me think to wonder
That she was a really sweet vivacious girl and she passed away:
She stopped to help someone in a roll over vehicle and she got hit
Herself and this is just some modern folklore my mother just
Told me while I was meaning to do well by myself:
And the night looks all of a sudden, as if it suddenly remembered
That it was forgotten, and maybe on Mars or on Saturn
There are girls like muses floating around and holding their breath
On all of their birthdays, girls or muses that looked just like you,
Who are lying like Sara Teasdale or some other Sarah beside the
Graves of some others, but otherwise all by themselves;
And the candles are blown out and the night is done.
And the gypsies pack their medicine balls, and the crows of all those
Girls fly away like darkened pages flipping over so many alders,
So many alders in forests of so many far aways.