She Sees Everything Poem by Robert Rorabeck

White mice play in
The red ribbons entwined
About her ribs— where
She is the permanent product
Placement resting at the
Forest’s feet.
The new moon is the
Wash basin for her
Soul, she swims around in
The milky cloth of clouds.
The queue of stars line up
In constellations like deck officers
Directing her safe landing on
A translucent runway.
When down beneath the shedding
Canopy, all her old meat peals away
Ravaged by the nauseous beasts
Uncurled from the hollows in trees
To dine as quick and ferocious as
Venomous green lightning on the
Breathless parts of the maiden—
Until she becomes the
Juxtaposition of forever and nothingness
Where her eyes are gone, taken
Away to feed the nests of newborn pests.
Yet, up above, circling like a
Pale glider going on and on
In the greater and lesser lights
She sees everything.