Otherwise Has Nothing Else To Lose Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Cheap professionals: I have something new for you:
I burn down the news of your pretty houses while the sky
Rains fire:
You know that is just what it is going to do when it is
Enraptured, and I have new love, and we are both
Swinging in our garden, and I am pitching my fine you seed
Straight down the throat of your newsstands:
And the day gets up all disgusted and continues vagabonding,
And made more beautiful and young because of its disgusted
Athleticism,
Until it finds itself down the throat of deep cul-de-sacs like
Fjords overgrown with tulips that the housewives spread to
Hang their early morning clothes while the song birds pick up
A tune and we can lay down our swords, and take a break
From being some awful heroes awhile she shows us her stuff
After her husband has gone to punch in the rough, and her children
Are just the yellow shadows on a yellow school bus, and
She otherwise has nothing else to lose.