To The Midnight Rai Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I am a good boy and I get up from an early
Number from my slumber,
And I say to the kissing teeth of the vipers
That from my windows
I can see it raining over the amusement parks that
Have stolen away from my heart
Who are up early anyways, dancing in migrations,
Tumbling,
Causing their amputations to look up ex-lovers
In these woods-
Passing by our shanty towns as the sugar cane burns,
As the lamp light is lit:
Husbands returning home to their wives,
Like foxes to their vineyard, cuddling with their
Boxes of knives
Above the bones of conquistadors- their pools
Are diamonds reflecting the abandoning skies
Recoiling in their mischief-
As their yards roll down to the throats of the canal,
The primordial suitors playing with the gold
Fish-
Until all the world engorges like a flower making love
To a hurricane,
As the daylight hours succumb to the midnight rain.