The Nightmares Of Their Shuddering Metamorphosis Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Bilious and immature,
The fire lives for a second on the spot-
Flames, at times rotund,
Struggle lithely, starving beneath the coital belies of
The airplanes- silver amphibians there:
Nubile women learning to fly:

They leap over the second's life,
Celebrating the careers of freedom, not bothered
By words they do not know-
Sommeliers of nocturnal oxygens- maidens
Who once slumbered in the balmy dews with the
Foxes in the grasses underneath of the boughs of
A presupposed orchard-

Hollowed bones, feathered, discarding the entrapments
Of chain-mail,
And the battlements of stone- the electronic fortresses
That hunt them in the night,
And the kings who are haunted by the nightmares of
Their shuddering metamorphosis.