The Sadness' Anymore Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The lights are out and the clouds are full,
And only the moon is the thing at seven post meridian:
Something else I’ve learned,
My mother is gone to the dying of a red transcendence:
She took her best vehicles and left her old credentials.
My father sleeps like a king in a holy castle,
And the beetles have eaten all the trees;
And the wind is out of music, and the mermaids are out
Of sea. They say that there is a curse, and the girls you
Love don’t care anymore. The dwarf is driving the
Hearse,
And the girls you love don’t care anymore; but in other
Countries there is hope as in Antarctica there is over
Two hundred species of lichen; and there are so many
Doors inside airplanes frozen in an icy sky: Blue doors
And red doors with keys and grasshoppers,
And if the accoutrements are null and void, pack up your
Things and meet the tide of a different neighborhood.
See where you have captured yourself by the ear all of these
Often sad years,
Or steal the stewardess through the door and give her new legs
That lift her up so she takes new names and doesn’t serve
The sadness’ anymore.