Animal Pain Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The birds fly over my house-
I don’t know where they are going, probably south,
And they look beautiful under-belly even though
I don’t know them;
But I don’t really live here- This is just a dream-
I have never seen the birds, and I don’t believe in God,
Since you laid down with him,
Or whoever, combining your fingers through the fireman,
Caesuras through sunlight just as through snow-
I am almost done with the last chapter,
Before the class which will be my execution-
The f*cker said he was an atheist before he found pantheism,
And unicorns,
And stole away my mermaid before I could paint her,
But she had nice breasts, successfully areola-ed by Ulysses
S. Grant, or somebody-
Now these long aberrations, these stints of death looking
Up through the sky-
The stewardess who gives him the wrong number, and I can’t
Go through with it,
Because she’s changed her name and is in love with the tallest
Cross in Florida,
And I would like to name my children after her,
But I’ve forgotten how to ride a bicycle,
And I don’t believe in God anymore-
Still, Mickey Mouse has a strong jaw, burnished by the
East coast- He rides a Harley on weekends while his wife
Takes the Lexus shopping with their two kids;
But I am not warm any more,
But a tourist on the job- I am not asking for a handout,
Bu it is so cold,
And I don’t believe in G-o-d.