Never Wish To See - Poem by Robert Rorabeck
If the sun chirps, it is chirruping in
But it doesn’t: it whistles, making its rounds,
Swinging its phalanxes of missing keys-
All it is a head banishing the light:
The sky is not its house.
The moon is not its wife- What is the sun
But a father of world it has no business in,
Stimulant and spurious it has created a child
It does not know flooding like busy and
Angry ants beneath it,
As it purveys blind and gallant all that it would
Never wish to see.
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