The Luckless Heroes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Why—there is a tomb:
In her shoulders, in her hair—
Either way, it is where
I must go to find
And save my love, or at least buy her:
In the super market—
At long last,
She will look up and see the heavens above
The overpass:
The sea will part like diamonds going
Toward their favorite terrapin:
The heavens will open,
Luck will win:
There is a graveyard in all of her aspects,
But with the promise of a hereafter:
The stewardesses prefer their bedrooms in
The cerulean rafters,
As the knights make their bed in the madness
That they must make surrender:
Kissing their talismans—as she eyes her men:
Wondering which of the luckless heroes
Will win the day to become her
Rightful husband.