So Very Far To Go Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Caldron in the sky gurgling spells of stewardesses
Giving them ink for their nails,
Fermenting their juices; and all the day long they
Ride on their chariots like outstretched pies,
Like nothing but good news shooting through
The truly wonderful skies;
When down beneath pigeon toed children walk deep
In the hungry peat,
Their saucers as silent as the prenatal dawns of
Birthdays; they want you to look for them,
To cast eager glances like commuters who drive to
Work before a vermilion fruit stand; look for them if
You can,
But even if you do, they are so overworked with their
Loves that they will have to eat their own tongues;
And then you can glance away,
Because I know you have so very far to go today.