When He Was Asleep Poem by Robert Rorabeck

While you were waiting for
A sound from the tomb,
Of a vampire or werewolf,
I was right there
Outside of your car or atop of
Your roof
With a foolproof spear in my heart
And cold-hearted airplanes in
The sky—
The flying monkeys were on the
Warpath,
Another villain was having an industrious
Epiphany—
With the night settling in all around me
Like a cloak of the sinking
Sea—
And you with your family swimming in
Movie stars,
Awash in that jungle you called paradise—
And my heart dripping out
Like the meat of
A terrapin—
And your lips drooling like lion whose hungry
Grew exponentially all because he
Didn't know when he was asleep.