Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,195 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Only One - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I am wounded,
And I am scarred:
between classes, I crawl to the
But end up with my wants shelled
Beneath hijacked cars:
And I hide all day when it rains:
When it rains I especially love
And I want to die, but I don’t
Know the way:
Oh, if I could only be so talented,
The pet and master of this séance,
Would that I had never meant you,
Or that you had so haplessly persuaded me upon
Your bicycle of skeletons:
You only wanted to love me for so long,
But look what you’ve done:
The sea is so far away from me,
And you are married,
And the monsters have sacked me and brought
Me beneath your mountain where you
No longer care about me,
But where they still race cars for fun:
And I will never forget you,
But the buzzards are like custard guns,
Especially in the winter where everything
Flips over weeping,
Like dragons giving their weaknesses away.
Why do they do that for you,
It must be because they love you,
S-, and they want to give you all the gold they’ve
Been hording,
And they want to share their magic rings
With you,
Because at the end of the long journey,
Don’t you know,
Sharon, that it turns out you are the
Only one.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 19, 2009

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