Discover the Poignant Words of Robert Rorabeck in 'Bight By Bight' 🌊

Where are you? My heart is cold and un-pure:
I will like it to stop before I got to the top of the apex
Of the house which should be ours- Erin?
You don’t care- I am a terribly asymmetrical boy,
And the money I should have by the end of the year is
Of no account:
I just want to put you into my car and drive as fast as
I can out into the wildlife preserve to show you what
History I can find,
Because here is where my parents fed the elephants the
Extra lettuce heads when they were only teenagers:
Now it is almost all stampeded, and I shouldn’t know if
I am cute are not: and who have you been spreading our
Pedals for- who have you let steal your bicycle time and
Time again- and I am really, really not doing very good,
Even if I’ve buried the witch under the blown out candles,
I didn’t really give her much of a chance:
And all of you girls are so beautiful- Kick up your legs
For death, show him what you’ve got, and put your children
Out before you like presents on a satanic Christmas,
Show him what he might else take before you;
But he will come none the less, sucking in all that light- all the
Skating waffish wishes;
And the moon will stare down, like a policeman out on his
Watch speaking Spanish to himself,
Too afraid to come, even as death consumes you with his heavy
Uninsured teeth, bight by bight by bight by bight….

Robert Rorabeck

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