Leaving The Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Up in the wounds of tall trees, sent up like embers
From her kicking feet: she is dancing atop the
Spines of
Rattlesnakes and pinecones- making love to something
Bigger in the woods:
Mexicans are laughing in the next room to
Their dead brothers;
And all of the forest burns with whistling tongues stretching
Out across a green fairgrounds where the bears
Lay sleeping with butterflies upon the like jewelry,
And airplanes like angels leaving the sky.