Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,024 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Perfumes Of Their Trophies - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Another cathedral with the ceiling of
A cave—I wonder outside into
Another home
Of reindeer and foxes—
The housewives look out through windows—
They do not remember any of this,
But their pools glisten with moonlit jubilee:
And their faceless men
Are coming home wanting to inebriate
And kiss upon the perfumes of their trophies.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 21, 2011


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