Royalty In The Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I sing along with the open windows of cars;
And I smile when I know their song,
And don’t have to go too far to get to water
Before I die:
This all around me, the thorny yellow honey,
And the cenotaphs of donkeys,
And the big words make us laugh from our backsides,
The echinus of air-plants- we don’t
Know what it is, except that it is centrifugal and
We bought it from the salesman at the
Arid carnival:
We bought it so that we would feel important as we go;
And her dress flaps in the sky:
She has the dozen roses I gave her underneath it,
But they all will die,
And my stomach aches from drinking too much water,
And I am not smiling anymore-
Only the dead pack animals are smiling, smiling
Up to her splinters of royalty in the sky.