With Nothing To Survive Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Mutilated with the horrendous flowers
In a freezer of romance,
Bleeding out words that come shoeless to the fair
And baseball games after she has already
Left-
The pickup artists pack up and leave and take the
Grass out of the field that was once
Soft and young, expectant of your
Truancies-
And even the eyes of the alligator which were
Once the biggest of marbles,
Are gone,
And they seem there beneath the surface like
The inevitable death of music,
Their tongues hunger less- the airplanes above
Them as mute as punished children,
And the sun is a mother who abandons her young,
Gone away without any feeling at all
Leaving them with nothing to survive.