The Afore Mentioned Ever-Loving Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If I am going to die tomorrow: I am going to die,
Without any shade of mountains,
Like a naked army marching in without any shadows:
Then this is my chicken-sh%t denouement or something else
In which cannot be believed in:
If I had any guts I would have strung myself like a piñata over
The abolitionist crick tonight,
But none of this is real anyways, Alma: and if I am going today,
I rather that it would be in the arms of your smoking car,
Because otherwise you should know that my ghost
Is going to live forever,
Like a hungry child with your name in his lips, that you loved
Me but it was for little more than a moment,
While the ever loving sun and the ever loving moon played
Their ever loving game of cards
In the afore mentioned ever-loving sky.