The Fifth Extinction Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Here I am, a balloon in ejaculations:
Spuming confetti over the mountain:
Here I am, believing that she is my mother,
The sky is my blanket,
And that the horizon shall go on forever:
The stewardesses serving us peanuts ands condiments
As beneath us forever, the snow blankets the mountains,
A mortuary at Christmas:

And in the opulent stadium lights, we display our best
Pictures for the anesthetized audiences:
They who go down beneath the clouds, in a rain forest
Or a movie theatre-
Enjoying their popcorn, their eyes as big as reindeer:

Beautiful dreams told to tom-boys who could not
Understand how to take off their clothes and rearrange their
Fiery dreams:
The Seminoles are in the swamps.
The steamboats are in their rivers-

And the greater parts of this peninsula have given up all of
Their hopes:
They have raised their hands and succeeded to the whitest of
Gods who are becoming sterile as we speak:

There is but a moment for beauty,
And for all that is dying but a week:

She works in the shopping malls-
The bare stones break the skin of our feet:

I thought to whisper to you about whenever,
The snowflakes are a knife's blade upon my cheek,
And Satan is a stranger who has entered our small village forever.
After he has won all of the gold from our workers; we will depart
At the end of the week:
He will evaporate right into the clouds forever,

And no one will speak his name. The cumulonimbus will
Suffer across the high schools,
As the amphibians will become the fairytales of our extinctions:
The housewives will be baptized in the dying wishing wells
Of our supermarkets until all of the lights turn off, suffering blindness
On our truancies of extinguishing Ferris wheels.