Tail Fins Of Vanished Day Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Leading beauty by the hand around my place
Mausoleums of sure imprisonment-
Seems like every marble slab holds traces of her
Elusive element:
Look at how she flames and dies in a smorgass
Board of rich decay-
The pretty legged road kill squashed into the
Roadside tundra of rich foray-
And I told her I loved her, and she tossed her head
And she flamed and died,
And her body rose up a fountain of emollition,
Or I suppose she got into the truck with the other,
Sweeter toothed man,
And I just couldn’t look off as the yellows faded
Into the grave- and crepuscule bitterly licked the
Tail fins of vanished day.