Over The Far Away Seas Poem by Robert Rorabeck

My dogs are all alone and I don’t know what they
Make of the snow;
But I am not beautiful, and I will not live forever;
And I have been hibernating for five years,
And even still I live alone;
And I don’t know what I am doing:
I don’t know for who I sing, S-,
S-:
You have such a beautiful infinity, and maybe it was
You I perceive leaping like chrome airplanes from
Holidays at the top of all the mountains.
Sharon,
I climbed Elbert and Massive on the same day,
And went down limping with a gaggle of grandmothers;
And they seemed very beautiful at the time,
Even though over fifty percent of all of us could be grandmothers,
S-:
You will be a grandmother, S-,
And share your common knowledge with the flags of your
Little countries.
I believe Colorado should become entirely yours;
It should be your country,
Because it is the most beautiful place in America;
And I sell fireworks,
But I am not beautiful, S-: S-,
And I am almost done. Oh, I want to be done: I want to be
Inanimate on your shelf. What else could I be.
I still remember you in class.
Did you join that class to join me? S-?
No one looks at me anymore:
I have nothing to rely on, and my dogs are howling,
Howling.
Please, lets collect them and if you’d allow the entire
Colony to resonate about your shadow,
Fibrillating like limbed cars, I would bless you:
Bless you, S-; I just want to love you and sleep on your
Beautiful floor:
I am not beautiful, S-, but the sky is wide open and filled
With comments and billboards,
Even though I was thinking of E- when I
Summitted
Her, I am still all alone- I can do good work for you:
I am ugly and I am all alone,
But all I wish is to sleep with my dogs on your floor,
And listen to the nocturnal sounds of you suckling
Your child,
Making love to your husband,
Because that is all the immorality to which I climbed
To enjoy and cherish forever
Like a greeting card carried over the far away seas.