In Their Unutterable Pain Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I suppose if I eat lunch alone I will have a brand new
Girlfriend,
And she will look at herself so finely like a golden fish in
A lavender dish in some long and fabulously slender
Home,
While even now Alma is kissing his mouth as he calls her home
Into the weeds and scuppernongs:
As he calls her home and home and home;
And I just want to lie with my dogs, and travel fancifully up
The backs of unplanned mountains:
I just want to disappear into the lightning apertures that tear apart
Sunlight:
I just want to bight my lip and write another new novel:
I just wish that I could look good riding my bicycle,
While the planets grew fat in their loneliness,
And the erstwhile meanings of the perpetual sorority flaunted
Their glowing stuff over the
Cemetery where all the old generals and grandmothers continued
Weeping;
And maybe it is that I will die, or maybe I will just return to
The library;
But it already feels so long,
And even as the lights dim, the sailors sip their stuff and wait
For the pinpricks to cover the stratosphere and thus
To realize that they are never alone for long in their unutterable pain.