Tales In A Poem Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Tales in a poem in a womb
Of death—
I saw you there, standing above
The goldfish and holding your
Last breathe—
Wishes given to the stolen bicycles
Sunken beneath the fields—
And other wishes that come in time—
The airplanes taking off in warm
Streaks upon the sky—
The house cats bending down
To lick the canals
Where the alligators have been
Crying
And old muses have been sending
Their curses of loud music
Towards me—
Even after the fairgrounds
Have melted away,
And my first child is bound to be
Born come tomorrow—
In the April showers of those fields.