Out Of The Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Families gathered together preferring the unions
Of what they are at large in:
Bodies multiplying through the staples of the breakfasts-
Roadkill down the bricked in avenues,
Their underage memories forgotten- yawning up
To the silky hierarchies, their mouths are filled in:
They are colored so brightly they swim:
And there they go passing through the yards, manifold.
Billowing yawns- a ruined world renewing around
Them,
Managed into the joy of billfolds, like swans hunkered down
In swampy pastures for the night,
The virgins masturbate in imagining coital unions and
Suicides:
And the horse is there, the stallion, Siamese nostrils summoning
Geniis- his mind as big as an ant’s:
The stars molest him, until he breaks over the fences,
Destroying other yards, encouraged by the pheromones of
The pastures, multiplied into the strangest of properties-
With the foxes, he becomes a general- and he makes love to
Mares who eagerly accept him,
The light abandoning, the airplanes and their passengers slipping
Out of the sky.