My Useless Senses Poem by Robert Rorabeck

What have I finally done wrong
Muse of shells and hourglasses- how will finally
Fill up again after the rain,
As the weather come down again
Kissing the skirts of airplanes- the rivers
Who ribbon the earth and touch all of her planes,
Will lie in their basins and protect their mud:
If I ever see you again, I am afraid it will
Do neither of us any good:
For the night of our predestined architecture has
Past away with the summer- carnival of our
Spent offerings did not bear any children-
And I had no friends to share your honey-
So go along now with your poisonous butterflies,
Your bearded ladies and your lion
Tamers- I will not see you when you leave
For you’ve taken all of my vision from me:
I have placed all of my lights outside the yard,
And given your brown stems my useless
Senses to take away.