Tales in a poem in a womb <br />Of death— <br />I saw you there, standing above <br />The goldfish and holding your <br />Last breathe— <br />Wishes given to the stolen bicycles <br />Sunken beneath the fields— <br />And other wishes that come in time— <br />The airplanes taking off in warm <br />Streaks upon the sky— <br />The house cats bending down <br />To lick the canals <br />Where the alligators have been <br />Crying <br />And old muses have been sending <br />Their curses of loud music <br />Towards me— <br />Even after the fairgrounds <br />Have melted away, <br />And my first child is bound to be <br />Born come tomorrow— <br />In the April showers of those fields.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tales-in-a-poem/
