This Tomorrow's Torpid Stream Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Kaleidoscopic mermaids
Swimming in the drowning sea:
Playing with waverly kids
In the sunken school bus,
Lost mothers bathing in the golden
Caesuras,
The fathers the silver kings,
Entombed in the granite skin,
Rusted so far down beneath
The archway of the crumbling Titan:
The words of the better life,
Have been buried beneath the
Millennium’s sands,
Heroes of yesteryears have
Gone away, holding death’s slight hand.
Outside the window where
You once swept your hair,
And tied your first French-kiss
Into my lips, with your friends’
Virgin dare:
All down the street now
The lights are out in fine, long rows,
And the cars are parked beneath
The flags which no longer flow:
In these awkward suburbs
Where the young professionals pledged,
The sunlight is combed over by
The sea’s burnished edge,
And we are all the oldest children
Sleeping in a hypnotic dream,
Our mouths open but not breathing
This tomorrow’s torpid stream.