Unfathomable Bibles Poem by Robert Rorabeck

With whatever songs there are to sing in
The dungeons are picking up the better sticks:
It comes for awhile alive and over
The unstable forms of the buildings of all of
Those bricks:
This is he estuary that they should all together
Enjoy—while we was bringing ourselves together
With all of the conjoined joy of the extinguishing
Butterfly—
As the thief flies over the river—as he goes
Over the switchbacks of all of the unremembered
Gardens—as the mountains loom over all of
The unsanctioned joys that always remember to
Be here no matter the origins of all of the
Unfathomable bibles which they've been fighting.