Window draped, motionless and blind- <br />Don’t you live somewhere around here <br />Up the cataracts from Mexico, <br />And underneath this tricolor flag- so many <br />Students don’t care to give pledges to <br />Anymore- <br />But it still feels alright at midnight, outside of <br />The Mandingo cars <br />In Saint Louis, going up and down the Mississippi: <br />And, even from the gas stations, I can hear <br />The pilots yawn- as they sleep walk while <br />Taking off- <br />And it is the stewardesses job to make love to <br />Them and anybody else: <br />As the world is on the move of kaleidoscopes- <br />And Satan is as wounded as a rattlesnake <br />Who stepped out of the hydrangeas and into <br />The yard at in inopportune time: <br />Now silky diamonds cry tears of roses, <br />And their rattles shiver outside the windows <br />Where angels with clipped wings go to bed <br />With the men who hammer in the nails <br />Of the caskets of the graveyards.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-caskets-of-the-graveyards/
