The Metamorphosis Of The Cost Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I cannot go through this anymore- run away
To Michigan- see where the rivers come
From the things that do not exist anymore: you should
Have gone away by now- the airplanes should
Have touched down, the tourists should have gone
Home, as the candles distinguish,
As the wolves light up in the nocturnal estuaries
Leaving their brilliant cadavers to sup the moon:
Dysfunctional brilliance-
The homeless men of the wall-less castles
Who burn fires underneath the overpasses who
Leap toward the sea,
Or they lie there remember a thing in their yard
That left itself to walk away-
The metamorphosis of the cost. The ambulances
Came absurdly late, and left again,
Never wondering what they’d lost.