The Worthless Majesty Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Saboteurs are right beside where I left
Them,
And all that is Christmas: Alma is taking the day
Off tomorrow,
And I wonder what she will do:
Looking in the windows of baseball diamonds,
I remember girls who are not altogether
Real,
Who are like you, Alma, but from different states
Of the world;
It has been for them that I’ve been kissing the
Empty promises of serpents
And poisoning myself in the worthless majesty
Of fool’s gold.