Robert Rorabeck

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

Like Schoolgirls Around The Wishingwells - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Life is a hell of a crippled youth:
Drinking liquor, shooting guns, hitting nothing:
Finding arrowheads,
Kissing his mother, getting lost on the mountain going
Cursing under the blue entrails evaporated from
The half-blooded Indians
Who now live in trailer-parks cursing their ancestors'
Daydreaming of canals surrounding beautiful suburbias
And amusement rides:
Seeing how they go down like the sun,
To die beneath the rubber chickens, hypnotized
Like school girls around the wishing wells that cannot
Carry a tune.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 17, 2012

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