Echoes Of The Blind Man's Hammer Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Neon sign of
'Food'
Written for the blind man
He has bloodied his nails
While building a
House for
Himself
Up the switchbacked
Slopes
Outside of
Golden, Colorado.

This is from
My mother's childhood.
See her.
Her brother and
A raven are following her.
And the raven sings
'Jupiter! Jupiter! '
This is the name
Of my mother's horse
Kept in the valley
Crowned by aspen.

Robert
(The name of her brother)
Will never leave this
Haunted world.
Even after his parents
Are dead,
He will wake up
In the trailer park
In Firestone, Colorado,
Ringed by emptied cans of
Domestic beer,
Still hearing
The raven
Calling for my mother's horse
And iron echoes
Of the blind man's hammer
Upon the bloodied nails.