The Candelabrums Of Too Many Ancestors Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Candelabrums Of Too Many Ancestors



You tell me the
English word
And I will drink all
Of your wine-
And call you a butterfly
Underneath the
Sun- picking the
Flowers from
Graveyards-
Carrying away your
Feelings-
To the candelanrums of
Too many an ancesters-
Across the canal or
Underneath the moon.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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