Throughout The Skies Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Bodies come up and they have been singing their songs;
And I can break them down like daylight:
I can watch them curling into the very air as I hike,
And I remember the school yards and the places that I have been well into:
I can remember the girls in the playgrounds,
Like young goddesses curling their hair with their fingers:
And the bodies were yellow and springing:
They filled the voids well but coyly: They filled the voids well,
And then the bodies walk clacking with echoes down their corridors:
They walk this way like classy anchors going into the psalms of
Princes and I have nothing left about me but the moribund bruises of their
Prayers;
And so nothing I have ever had to say has lasted very long,
But I can still hear the cacophony of airplanes as they take apart this place
And make raucous love throughout the skies.