Tender Box For Banshees Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Brown as a tender box for banshees:
And the ageless alligators resting beside the firehouse
With grins as old as death,
The housewives took their stark white children to to
Learn how to become tourists;
And it all felt like a dream on the television,
The snow an unequaled sorority over the vespers of
Her shoulder blades,
While in the dead center of night the wolf who’d learned
How to walk like a gentleman came to knock just
As structured as a fable:
But this is how our story ends, with nothing more to be
Said that details of how he might or might not have
Been let in to vanquish her.