Plenty Enough For Everyone Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I wake up from Saint Louis with news scars on
My lap,
And errors waiting for the page:
I wake up closer to noon than I ever done,
And I feel like a Hindu in need of a kite,
And the yard is Long and falling away from here,
Falling into a graveyard before it turns:
It never gets finished,
This is all it does and there are lonely and
Jealous Mexicans always mowing it,
Because all the Guatemalans have to do is feed the
Birds who drink from the marble vases,
Who crown the steaming heads of the rich,
White dead;
And there are so many of them, resting yet pensive,
But for no reason, because they are all quite affordably
Out of work,
And the sky is a mall above them where great jealous
Woman-like entities fart and tinkle,
They create the honey-suckle weathers which enrage
The nostrils of the day laborers,
But there is really no reason for anymore jealously,
Because school is over, and everything is still falling,
And there is plenty enough for everyone.