Make A Green World Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Pecks of short bred
Eaten by famished serpents come from the emotions of
The shredded sea,
No bigger than shoe laces themselves:
Out before some yellowed kingdom from which all
Of the citizens have fled:
The dragon rich and flattered and courting the queen and
Her daughter in the king’s old bed:
Wise beyond his years, he struts like a better Icarus,
And he sees all around him for what it is:
These things that no longer belong to any other man,
And the children discarded to the dark bosoms
Of the hills:
To the wolves, to be raised or eaten- and if raised
Into knights who can never speak or don silver, who can
They save anyways, the dragon thinks:
And over his shoulder, and down so many moons,
The witch recipes in her cauldron
Make a green world there to drink.