Coming Down On Us All Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Now they have a place for you too:
The same place where they butchered the unicorns:
I suppose you cannot remember:
Underneath the shade of the overpasses—or
In the luxurious orchards that made up the long shoulder-blades
Of the forts that stood beside the sea:
They said they took away the bride I could never have had and
Stranded her in a place filled with day laborers above
The Laundromats of
Disney World in the center of the state: and I suppose it was
A beautiful place, if I had to believe in it—
But then all of the while the sun was coming down, touching off,
And melting the ice-cream of the ice-cream parlors
Where there wasn't any ice-cream anyways—
And the banana splits became like naked stewardesses
I drove around in sometimes, trying to reciprocate myself with
Them,
Like a dying butterfly trying to have a good time at a party
Outside of the Laundromats
When all of the carpenters were passed out—and I could not
Belong anywhere outside of the graveyards even though
That was the only place to shelter in
With another god-d#mned judgement coming down on us all.