Into The Earth Until You Cry Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Going home again to remember
That some roads lead into the forest, and not
All airplanes make it
To their destination- and the parks sometimes
Turn into salt mines:
And I know you cannot leave him, but I have loved
You the way a stubborn bumblebee will
Sometimes love only one flower,
Even though he’s gotten all off her that he
Can:
And now lies drunkenly besides some wishing well
In a mall of wherever,
Having cast his wishes into the shallows that will
Never return,
Nor even give a reflection of an echo:
And that is how I will starve for you- each Christmas
Underneath the stewardesses in any of my
Houses- as you go home to him
And you children, and the sunlight burns
Into the earth until you cry.