She Forgets Poem by Robert Rorabeck

She forgets.
Her eyes fade off of him
Return to the busy madness
She drives away in—

If she would come back
And let him give it another shot.
If she could use her heart
To focus her vision—
If he would stand there long enough
For her to take a picture….

But she forgets.
Her life is too busy—
It is the mad business she
Has to take care of—
She has a needy infant upon each tit,
And two hungry wolf pups gnawing in her shoals,
Waiting for their turns of nourishment,
So that they might found a city about her….

But she forgets
That she is about to become the
Last goddess of a great civilization—
She is too busy with the mad business
She drives away in….

Her eyes fade off him.
She drives away from the linden forest
Into the glinting nameless cities—

She forgets.