I don’t need any of this- blue feathers on a headdress <br />Being introduced to the wind on a highway: <br />I have bled myself back and forth so many times <br />From here to Disney World, <br />And I am just glad to see her happy- the day spun in <br />A happy ghetto; <br />And at least he has her, and I have my dog who <br />Has fleas- <br />But the hurricane approaches, turning away the <br />Tourists, and ushering the Spanish tortoises up the skirts <br />Of mangroves- and it hurts not to be buried: <br />The lighthouse just standing there like a blind man. <br />Even the waves cannot tell who it is, <br />Just as useless as a burned down bowling alley- and <br />The prettiest song birds sing <br />At the very moment the devil sacrifices another <br />Pretty young girl to the prick of his jealous sting- <br />Staining her throat a little, like blooding perfectly <br />Golden hay- <br />So she lays tattooed underneath the bus, the domineering <br />Lion persuading her into his truancy’s pride: <br />After he has jumped through his fiery hoops, he lies <br />With her purring purplish in the immobile shade.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-immobile-shade/
