Now they are here <br />Like color, <br />Dispatched upon our side of the canal <br />Where we <br />Pretend to survive- <br />Tied underneath the rainbows, <br />Trying to make a job of our nullifications- <br />Dying sparrows <br />So like a poem, <br />Dispersed into the tears of April after <br />All of the virgins have been selected <br />And sacrificed, <br />As I tried to say that I loved you, <br />Even as the baseball team drove away: <br />And our country fled <br />Into another country, only if the lands so long <br />Beneath the heavenly coats of forever <br />Could get along <br />Befriending the ponies that are never <br />Misspelled, <br />As the oceans divide the lonely greenness through <br />The ibis of ballrooms, <br />Where the bodies live, like fish manipulated, <br />As the genies French-kissed the seraphim, <br />And filled the water fountains <br />With the libations they never meant to resolve.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-genies-french-kissed-the-terrapin/
