On Fairytales Poem by Robert Rorabeck

J.R.R. Tolkien was my prom date,
And if you believe hard enough
Any boy can become a fairy.

My good friend’s father was
A cop.
You see, you see,
There are better things for us.

And there are gravestones in the east.
And there are gravestones in the west.
And storm clouds like herds
Of combustible cattle.

And pet cemeteries like little tears
Along the highways
Full of plastic coffins
And mewing spines.