Before I went down to sleep, <br />To work for her dreams, <br />I knelt and said the prayer to <br />Magnum PI and his Jerry <br />(because my grandmother loved him <br />More than her husband) , <br />Especially in the newly paved places <br />Where we go to church there <br />Is a righteous rod on the <br />Steeple to <br />Attract the lightning <br />To bring in the people, between <br />The doors where my <br />Teeth become a yellow <br />Sunday graveyard I go <br />Out walking up the rainy highway <br />Scarred in the mountain there <br />Is a lady she is all rose <br />Thorns, she spreads those legs <br />To me as if she were trying to <br />Serve me a drink from them, <br />The elk blow their bull horns, <br />And the night on her hillside <br />Is a radio <br />And the clouds are its sounds, <br />The music my feet make <br />As they go underground; <br />As it marches all toward me, <br />The eyes of these things, <br />They are opening the thoughts in <br />Me <br />That I thought before <br />Were sold-out. <br />After school all 10 kids were <br />Dead before their bodies hit <br />The ground, <br />When their parents drove in <br />Circles <br />Making the color of noises <br />After school <br />What a circus!<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bearded-lady/
