The Name For Its Soul Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Bodies who overturn for song birds:
This is my love nest, Alma: this is something that
You should feel to need to overturn and fill-
While I went to the movies today and felt the need for something
That wasn’t real,
And then I passed out only to come to, to hear you knocking,
And it was a marvelous feeling, like the Indians were dancing:
And they were singing in the airport and under the mezzanine:
I love you,
Alma: I love you, and this was our song that we practiced together
While you were sleeping, and when you came to and yawned and
Gathered your children together to take them
Together,
Then I got up as well and mowed the yawn; and realized that all the
White girls had gone,
As if upon the fabulous months in passing had disappeared,
And I could never be anymore happier, as I realized that you and only
You, Alma, had always been the reasons for my songs:
And I sing to you, Alma;
And I pray to the Virgin of Guadalupe, for you are the reason why
My candle keeps burning tonight,
So bring me your children, and become my roofless kite:
For the sky, like me, is so empty, and yet is so receptive as the know all of
The reasons why it needs to be filled with your body,
And the name for its soul.