Meaninglessness Poem by Robert Rorabeck

By the savage dreams,
Cannibalistic airplanes spread their
Over eager wings:
And sing to snakes and ants:
Red and blue fallen onto the white floor:
Off the tables with no more space
For elbows:
The heroes weeping in the soups of witches,
The masterless dog scratching at the door-
And the moon sick in the sky,
Like a lost child out of the doors of a
Supernatural school,
Ashamed of the glow of its own thievery,
It swims through the meaninglessness carrying
With it nothing of its own.