To Ask Another God Why Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Now that it is passing, the axes fall,
And the liquor runs from the stemmed trunks of the
Headless queen:
The trucks wont start but still the reptiles dream:
And I do all of this for you, Alma,
While I am sure that I will see you at work again, while your
Body will run down the sidewalks of your world,
Trying to keep up with your children,
Until they become as old and over read as the story lines of
Fairytales:
But you don’t like to read anyways- Eventually the snow melts
And cries for itself down the hidden ways of the mountain:
And I went finding there for the footsteps that you never
Planted-
So it goes this way this time, un routed, like the same management
As the clouds give to cartograph the sky;
So if I awaken beside you some un calligraphed tomorrow,
I swear that I will never have to ask another god why.