The Zoos Of Thier Highschools Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Fake people standing against high rises,
Paper dolls lashed against the gates:

Little girls that once were have gone missing.
The metamorphosis of paper boats have gone away
And forgotten them to their lovers-

They are grown now and gated in their habitats,
Transformed by the zoos of their high schools-
And sated by the dinner dates from the seemingly worthy,
Six-figured knights-

Unknowing ghosts who raise their children to grow
Into the calmed frenzy,
Their city a cloister of narcoleptic army ants,
Playing football in a hive of decomposing proficiencies:

The hurricanes come in answer to someone else's prayers-
Lovers who have been forgotten in their windswept youths-

The daylight is reduced to embers- their high schools go into hibernations-
Their ancestors watch their ascendency's televisions go up in a cloud of
Smoke-

And the beautiful girl rests hypnotically beside the canal:
The princess's toe is touching the water where the alligator breaths inches apart.