The Undecipherable Lullaby Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Bountiful apertures of life
Show off nothing but the
Spittooned forklift-
I wanted her for a kind of wife,
But she left me off at the side of Death,
The hermaphrodite turning tricks,
I don’t know what kind
Except that they are all and many-
The Universe is in Red Shift,
As various members of the family
Are being turned away and buried
Like meat in a pie a long time baking:
Birds are in the sky,
Black ones circling and the man
In the center, the oldest one
Who is wearing my father’s jawbone
Left the used car dealership at doom
And walked the earth repeating
His sales pitches to the unearthed stones-
They have more money now,
The speechless kind who never wither.
Without a religion,
Their home is where they lie
And their job is to spend eternity
Wondering upon muddy banks and
Flaxen prairies, firm in their age-old truancies
The lips of wind singing to them
The undecipherable lullaby.