Learning Your Name Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I can only know you outside of
Broken windows
The crooked sky shines in.—
Now a memory fallen
From the truck,
Broken-jawed fetish fending
To the alligators the
Families flash by on their way
Returned to Disney World.

The Indians put their arrows into
A cenotaph of a wave,
A keyhole looking up into the sky
To see the marriage of a stewardess
To the last of our make believes.....

Peter Pan has a million bucks in his
Pocket he burns to stay alive,
As a ghost runs around the campuses
Of a decades worth of misplaced lives,

My children hold their baskets up
To the thieving moon.
They want me to hold a ladder up
There to steal the face of a silver god—

The monorail returns the Canadians
To their overpriced hutches. The workers
Take off their masks
To sleep in the fields of a sharecroppers
Dreams—

There is only oneof us here getting rich
And you are not allowed to
Say his name without tossing coins
Into his wishing well,
And he never bothered to learn your name.