In The Somber Ozarks Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Languishes in the bullfights of
Pot bellies and cantaloupes—pregnant women—
Husbands drinking too much beer—
Hillside corpulent from dead aunts and dead
Grandmothers—this I know: forest fires
In Arizona—ant mounts infuriated in penumbras
As the blue as the sea—
The creatures swimming there silver angels—
Terrapin, coy dolphins, and airplanes
Taking me to my bride—or other pets I cannot love—
Places that remain standing after everyone is gone—
Past events in echo's coliseum—
My mother in the somber Ozarks watching the bloodless
Horses running around.