The Untruthful Promises Of An Evil Dove Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Impossible leopard laying upon a
Suburban lawn I used to visit midway between
School- the sun a torch passing over
The airplanes- my heart beating like a paper
Paperweight:
There she goes, and there goes me:
Flying, flying, flying into things that are dust-
Scars and candy apples left in the trash,
Words spoken by spectators who have paid
Very little to see the dwarves who are
Always diminishing, and who used to be
Giants: cloudy, high and beautiful things:
But they saw how you cheated on them with
All of your love,
And how you always had to leave them to
Go home to him,
And you made them diminish until they kept
Their own hidden cities in each leaping
Cleft of their captive waves,
As you flew further and further away from
Them like the untruthful promises of an evil dove.