Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,996 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Places Where They Used To Live - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Red flowers fluttering like torn ribbons of an aftermath:
Her eyes the dual vision of languid matadors:
They have given their colors of the deepest riches to put men
Beneath them quilled and snorting blood,
Asking for her children, their eyes the banner of surrender,
Leaping like a rabbit in a clutch of striking snakes:
And her soul smiles at the assassinations, while cars
Drive apathetically high across the places where they used to live.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 11, 2010



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