Plagiarized With Incest And Cannibalism Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Pretty words for flowers
Lost at the fingertips of an idiot:
Words for flowers
Repeated to fire-trucks, but they
Don’t care:
Words for sea- and the waves the answer
Them:
Flea markets above the ground, underneath
The overpass,
Thoughts of rain and sunlight,
And stolen bicycles- the day comes to the earth
In its ellipses, figuring out itself,
Traveling through its preordained mishaps:
And something about its death is beautiful,
And even more so when it is forgotten:
On this day of trailer parks when the swing-sets
Are taken down,
And her lips are buried into pillows:
The roses have died- the children are with the
Rattlesnakes: her man has left town,
And road winds around, dirty and plagiarized with
Incest and cannibalism.