You put me down so far underground <br />Like a plush rabbit without his crown: <br />Sister, sister, you put me down: <br />My entire family put me down; I am the black sheep <br />Braying on his bleeding ground, <br />My enter family put me down: <br />Now it is past five, almost the hour of the mailman, almost <br />The hour to get up and go to work, <br />If you are a song bird, or if you are a jerk; <br />This is becoming the hour in which the city crowns; <br />The hour too that I should be sleeping in my crypt <br />So softly underground; <br />The hour that Kelly is sleeping- the hours that cats fornicate in, <br />Though they are always fornicating: <br />This is the hour that holy people have peace just before the hour <br />That their awful sun rises in the east. <br />And then that new offspring sings like little spirits multiplying <br />Like transom guppies, or other words I don’t know; <br />This is the hour I imagine you walking barefooted through the snow: <br />This is the hour that I awaken to perceive, <br />This is the hour that I would kiss your grieving lips to grieving; <br />To lay with you for an hour, and pay you for your troubles; <br />This is the hour that my love is awfully doubled, <br />And I come slipping like a gray man through the walls of your <br />Doublewide: <br />And this is the hour that I find the inside of your inside.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-inside-6/
