Thus Had Become Of Thee Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Fireworks go to sleep like bees who
Are done mouthing off,
Like wax figures who remembered finally
Who they are not,
And like dead relatives are done cremating
And have left off being scattered
To the hydra’s multidirectional vanishings;
And I loved her for a week of
Amnesia,
And she almost loved me until she too
Remembered what it was
About her:
That she was a lake, or that she was a river;
And was always too busy with her preoccupations
Of weeping
To just love one boy- Thus setting me free,
I went to kill off the general of the dragons hoping
To forget what she never meant to mean to me;
And she fell away leaping,
All dressed up in the cataracts of her wedding,
While the airplanes continued along with their
Heady leaping,
Wingspans stretched out and through the
Wind whistling
Just as sweet and sappy as any old honey bee,
Never once stopping to think and consider thus had
Become of thee.