The Forgotten Amphitheatres Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Scars of another illusion of Hollywood-
This is my goodbye
Underneath the anonymous honeymoons
Of airplanes,
Even if she told me she loved me-
As she told me she did,
As I’ve been trying so long to bring
Down the very angels,
Even if it was just to starve them in the shallow
Illusions of my wishing wells,
Just as it becomes another thing I have to
Believe in,
As they kill each other- but it is an ugly patriotism-
Into the shallow mirage that, I guess,
All of the heroes have to give up and drown
Themselves
As I, at first, masturbate and then slumber all to
Myself in the middle of my school grounds
In the forgotten amphitheatres of
Whatever schoolyard which was eventually meant to be.