Innocence Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Innocence



Sometime soon after birth our
Deities are give to us,
Like ray guns zapping in the
Sideshows of the three-ring circus,
And remain there swinging
Like incense burning censers;
And if I could feel her- My first
Word was goat, as we drove down
To Florida- I can barely remember
Her heated pleasure, for not soon
After I was reduced to reading in
Unlit graveyards where in it is
Hard to imagine the bodies
Segregated beneath us,
The unsexed ancestors, and their
Gods resting forever then like
Their first words, breathless forever-
For, I am still too young to remember.

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Robert Rorabeck

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