Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,953 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Passing - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

We are passing now;
We don’t need
We’re passing quick
Our boys, and arrows,
And our squaws
All dancing in the
We have no reason for
These laws;
We are passing quick
Through the windmill of
The devil’s jaws:
As with Judas, Brutus,
And Cassius:
We go down nine blocks
On the bus,
No time for lawyers, wives,
Or trust:
Its our destination or bust:
We are all passing quick

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  • (1/14/2009 1:45:00 AM)

    'We go down nine blocks on the bus'. Brilliant imagery Bret. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 13, 2009

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