The Corpses Of The Ground Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I awaken echoing bonfires—
It is a pretty sight—as it happens echoing fireside
Underneath the airplane's wings that set out for
Tomorrows-
And you were right there, crowning my kings with
Aces—beautiful appetite riding horses,
Looking after both of your children:
Well, then—this is just where it happened—upon
The battlefield—
Perhaps finding new friends who would last
Forever—
And I love you right now, in the middle of my quest,
With your very fine lips pressed to the very
Fine drinking fountains—
And this is your bond, and this is my pledge—
And we will go on forever governing ourselves—
And in the naked light of tomorrow's
Playground
I suppose that we can yet hope to find each of ourselves
Echoing in the memories that just happen to lie
Anywhere just as long as they so happen to lie above
The corpses of the ground.