Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,238 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Laughing At Home - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Laughing at the monuments—what does it mean to be
Here—in the afternoon,
Sweating as my wife lactates over another child
With nothing ever sold:
Muse up in Ocala with the horses—where she deserts herself,
Thinking of her children and prom queens
And race horses—
And ways to get off the low swings:
I know I will give up all that I have for the girl that I love:
Forgetting about the places that are between us:
Giving up everything for nothing,
Except she cannot unhinge from her spouse: her fate:
She will have other children—
As the hallways will fill up tomorrow—and she will go
Home laughing,
And echo over the monuments
With nothing else to live for.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 11, 2012

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