Cloud Of Vapor And Heroes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

As a cloud of vapor and heroes,
Floating over the keyholes where Alice disappeared—
She seems to have metamorphosed with the
Sunset,
She seems to be burning away into tomorrow—
And an upset jubilee stretches herself out
Where ever you might find her—
Maybe she even becomes something utterly
Beautiful that cannot be remembered—
And then they are making themselves up
To be presented to the beautiful theatre—
While the Alamo lies surrounded—
And the tin man and the scarecrow lie together
Underneath the narcolepsy of forgetful rainbows—
So when the moon arises she offers up
Her unconditional surrender.