With Utter Civility Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Bottles and perfumes of popgun antics
Distilled from your distemper
And I am supposed to be getting up and giving
You negligee on your birthday:
I chose robin blue, because its what your daughter
Would have wanted
And we could all be lying in bed together reading books
Underneath innocent mobiles,
The perfect models of commuter airlines repleate with
Stewardesses serving rum and captains with little
Roman candles smoking in their beards:
Every day would be just as smoky as the perimeter of a
Forest fire we had under control,
Just so we could watch the wildlife leaping and to send
Or blossoming patrols on trains to see the capitol
And all of its godly monuments:
We would be like giants, like the primordial gods,
Or like sea monsters who had finally decided to settle
Down and stepping out onto open land learned to breath
With utter civility.