Our Heavenly Souls Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Our Heavenly Souls



Softening nomenclatures
Into name brand desires—
What we call the divine process of
The assembly line
Is what has sharpened our existence
Into a single point—
Inescapable: This is what science defines
As a black hole:
Approaching Disney World,
You have entered the Event Horizon
Of all that we imagine to be in
Existence—
The crushing gravity of our Capitalism's
Street of fast food
And affordable goods:
North or Southbound occurs as
Events in a mirror—
Insatiable is how they describe this effect
In our chapter books:
Hard working Americans affected by
A dream of mass production—
Every centerfold holding a torch above
The chronic waves,
Welcoming the pilgrims who cannot
Escape her concrete and iron allure—
Until softly into the night
Where, further defined, our dreams desire
To return to this "reality"
Where we are processed as men of
Business and enterprise:
Any other possibility having become
Indescribable in our language,
Like fingerless brail—
This schoolyard of factories
Where we dutifully produce
Utilitarian currency from what once must
Have been our heavenly souls.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Robert Rorabeck

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