Their Kaleidescopes Of Offspring Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The prettiest numbers are keeping pace with
Graveyards
And I do not know who you are,
And you will never know who I am—
While there seems to be an entire dinner in
The sky,
But what of the luxury of the sea—
At the same time recording memories for ourselves
In the amphitheaters of our playgrounds,
Knights ringing around the rosses
As the planet melts—
And times get better attributing to the beautiful
Diseases which can be found wherever alongside
The roads—as the princesses get too heady
Kissing forever their princely toads—
And on Friday nights, pool parties—
Languishing in the angelic neighborhoods of
Far away,
As faeries get pregnant and prepare
For their kaleidoscopes of offspring—
As the unicorns are kept prisoners by the waves.