Of A Spectacular Revelry Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Mountains have roots and doorjambs that
Dragons call castles and draw bridges:
And they take their virginal yams down to these places,
And see for themselves the underage nudity
Given to them by the forthright lottery-
Man foolish men want to vanquish them,
Want to leave their libraries and conquer the wilderness
Running underneath the wheels of sky,
And they can try: whole heaps of them littering the gulch:
Sometimes four turtles at once sit on the biggest of
Those naive skeletons, sunning themselves
While the dragon licks her like ice-cream and pretends
To want her for a wife, while she screams remunerations
Up to the airplanes circling like tin-can buzzards-
The pilots too frightened to stop watching
As their passengers come in up through the chimneys
Of a spectacular revelry.