To Hide Their Faces And Weep Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The day has a brown river with a need for
Going down hill-
The airplanes are making believe they are angels,
While there is someone in Africa far away:
Engines entwine with the hours of the day, and the
Faces light up as the bodies
Move in: stewardesses opening up love letters over
My shoulders,
Brown and tan professors humming to the ululating of
Their accepting seas:
If I drink anymore maybe I will die, but the mermaids
Will still pet and coo to their otters:
Alma cannot love me: she is finally at home cooking
For her man from Guerrero, the one she flew in with
From so far away;
But at least she doesn’t want to hurt me,
And the big engines pretend that they are bullies in the sky,
And the littlest of children get off their discordant
Buses to run along home
And their to hide their faces and weep.