Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,848 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Mirrors Of Her Face - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Exorcised to the shoulders of unicorns:
The unicorns must lay over and play dead to survive,
As the Mexicans pretend to pick their
Rainbows
From the armpits of a beautiful America—
Coming back into what was stolen from them—
Epitaphs,
Cathedrals—and amens: but there is a night
That doesn't know how to reign in—
The dogs cannot smell their way home:
The skeletons rum and kick their own skulls across
Their bones:
And beautiful avenues haunted at a place—
Plastic barrettes in her hair,
As the airplanes disappear as the mirrors of her face.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 15, 2012



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