The Measures Of Feral Elements Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Pummeling, tremulous:
The sounds of fierce eloping- the tragic existence
Of all parts starving,
Eating all at once- the planes diving in opulent pristine-
While the girls are working:
And even your girlfriend melting away on a fieldtrip
From high school
Finds unexplainable reasons in the parks she fled to:
Where the bicycles lay down
And are covered by the molestations of sunlight;
But forever the constant roaring-
The graduation of bodies and their modifications up
And down the highway-
Always mobile and newly exposing
The weaknesses of their endangering presumptions:
Because there is a graveyard waiting,
Down from the bricked houses, and the tallow ignited
In the churches:
Restive, like something concluded: resolved
To lay there peacefully under the measures of feral elements;
And the busy world commutes atop of them,
Ancestors all in a field lying down.