The Outskirts Of Town Poem by Robert Rorabeck

A blasphemy upon the walls of a religious
Bathroom:
This is what it is, and scarred with dyslexia—
Devils hanging upside down.
They are who stole all of your mother's jewelries
While she was kissing her new bo—just
On the outskirts of town—
And when I saw you in the classroom,
Like upon the far banks of an entirely innocent
River- In unkempt séances these were born—
Pets, lactates—and staples of every kind
Of luscious meat—following you through the hallway
As airplanes circled in the sky—
And sometimes you would look up or
Fall to your knees in pieta—as a yellow butterfly
Presses like a barrette in your auburn hair—‘
But it was only to show your appreciation
For the heavens' cerulean discharges—
And then you went on your way back home,
Or to grandmother's house—
And back into the world where you could not
Be appreciated by me.