The Fountains Sing Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Another escape, but then the horses
Starve,
Whilst the world grows at large in its
Carnivals,
And then this is just so: and then this is just
Another
Number tossed into the footprints of my snow,
As I was still trying to figure out
My loves,
Even as they hunted me, alive and bright in
All of their carnivals,
Just as this was just another joy we,
Together, were meant to slave away together,
Just in the jubilations of
Another carnival meant to suffer perpetually
In the foils of another playground
Evaporating forever through the make-believe
Ballgames perpetuating the
Loneliness that we cannot wish again, forever-
To wish to know-
As the fountains sing,
As the weathers snow.