Leading Nowhere Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Lights as if in a naked carnival:
Taken down from the sky, rivers laughing or falling in love:
Or dying-
The racing of unending beasts that know the hearts and
Bosoms of
Airplanes, and creatures that never really did exist:
Maybe as they get down low,
Beneath the ululations of the cars:
Down beneath the happy grooms, and the fourth turns of
Winning numbers:
At the level of the snake’s parade, the cenotaph’s belly:
They find the meaning of the lucky rabbit killed outside
By the nighttime in the rock garden,
When they were not there- and my mother was casting
A spell of loneliness in the carport- and it rained
Across the world,
As there was no light sliding down the soft ribs of the road
That she had stolen away from me,
The angels laughing across the canal, but their happiness
Leading nowhere.