The Green Planets Are Burning Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The green planets are burning.
In high heels,
She steps on the frightened
Comet
And shatters it like a
Wine glass at a Jewish wedding—
She is not afraid;
She turns to me and says,
How can she be envious
When she never loved?
Then she takes off her rhinestone
Tiara and throws
It into the lake
Where all heavy things disappear.
Slipping from the edge,
Without a sound she
Removes herself from my
Gravity—
I become the emperor
Without an army—
I live alone on an island which is
My only country—
I am an insect trapped in amber,
The ghost of a disposed king
Conspired against by his family—
Poisoned by time,
I now walk repeatedly
Through my echoes, in the tatters
Of a life wronged by an
Unhealthy universe where
The green planets are burning.