Various Poems Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Writing various poems-
Weaing a blue
Shirt,
Sea horses descend past
the windows-
And a zoetrope dances
On the otherside
Of the street- The
Insects are playing loud
Music because they
Will be dying within a
Week,
And the various days are
Howling at the feet
Of unsinkable unicorns,
Because they've all
Shared a premonition
That you will not be
Coming home-
As airplanes flying in
Whispers over the
Cenotaphs
Of the green knuckled
Bones of
Conquistadors-
For all we can see,
They died this
Way-
Kneeling at the grassy
Doorways,
Their throats blessed
Or cursed
By the lofty flights of
Arrowheads
Of iambic pentameter-