The Kingdoms Of The Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Crying like vanquished heroes in the golden
Fjord: each body a tree bending down in the shade
Of over cooling monsters:
The sunlight decapitating shadows, and spilling them
Over cliffs: trucks who lose hope
And tumble down when they were halfway getting up
To somewhere:
When they could almost see Mexico from
Arizona:
And now all of this theft; the homeopathy of scorpions
And coral snakes fondling newborn rabbits in the
Underbrush:
And the ankles of the Indians as they pass away amidst
The states:
Blue bears smoking on the cliffs, jumping over entire
Cities-
But making no movement to save her name,
To save her from the hallucinations of the tourisms
That have educated the things she has mistaken for love;
Or causing everything she has known to metamorphosis
Into something heavenly before her
Exodus from the kingdoms of the sky.