Meaningless Fairytales Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Meaningless Fairytales



Cadavers on the boisterous road
Hurrying to grandmother’s house, writhing
Across the sound of roses,
And other forms that they are not allowed to have:
Souls stormed from their bodies
Like footless serpents staring up into plum
Trees,
As the heavens pull down waiting to fill some
Mouths with hooks-
Across yards of chartreuse equanimity the
Metamorphosis of the butterflies
Disappear into- the camouflage of the boulder
Removed,
And her shoulders bared but having nowhere
To go-
Trumpets played by blisters, and the nimbus
Hanging down like cobwebs of torn flesh
Over the sea where there is no
Action-
And the cars carry the dead home and into
Meaningless fairytales.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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