Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,196 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Worthless Majesty - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Saboteurs are right beside where I left
And all that is Christmas: Alma is taking the day
Off tomorrow,
And I wonder what she will do:
Looking in the windows of baseball diamonds,
I remember girls who are not altogether
Who are like you, Alma, but from different states
Of the world;
It has been for them that I’ve been kissing the
Empty promises of serpents
And poisoning myself in the worthless majesty
Of fool’s gold.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 20, 2010

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