Little boys run in blue shirts <br />And black shorts on brown walls, <br />Of rooms of missing girls <br />In New Jersey <br />I want you to come on a run with me <br />To Africa, <br />Where the animals can talk <br />With Alice’s primitive ancestors, <br />Even though she is dying <br />Of stage four cancer <br />With her daughter in Vermont; <br />Old people in newspaper houses <br />In the subway, <br />Come upside on Christmas Day <br />To sell things <br />For show and tell <br />In the elementary school of Bavaria <br />Where girls hide dolls in nests <br />With silver chalices and mirrors <br />Rocking in the wind, <br />Towers above the land where <br />Wolves are circling, <br />Circling all they control, <br />Their tongues lulling in <br />The armies of the moon surround <br />The outlines of men of chalk, <br />In forensic work books <br />The bright girls can finish early <br />And leave for home <br />Skipping through the springy trees, <br />Reciting Latin to the woodsmen, <br />They are eclipses in the night, <br />Brilliant survivors of the dark work.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brilliant-survivors-of-the-dark-world/
