Their Brothers To Forget Their Names Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Enmeshed for Pocahontas in the Bible Belt
Underneath the breasts of
Colorado:
Doing my thing by the canoes pulled like lucky
Feathers by the harvest
Moon,
While the rabbits get out and make eyes
And eat endives,
The larger and grander boats smoking around them,
Gossiping- and gambling afloat
With so many working girls in their steaming
Weathers-
Eyes like cats hungry for the nights of wings-
Who can let them leave the
Ground,
Even while their bodies are like orchestras of
Graves:
And they can take off over the bosques, and the colonies
Of witches with the failed
Knights like wind chimes in their trees:
They can go where their father still keeps them as little
Girls- climbing all upwards
Catching looks from the gods which metamorphosize
Them
And help their brothers to forget their names.