Their Secrets Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Your secrets laugh in secret—Their gardens are fully overgrown:
The rabbits are entombed in their gardens,
The labyrinths of evaporated giants lingering across the loams:
And this is my avoidance in which I have kept an
Eye out perceiving for you:
If a Cyclops, I am not jealous—let both you and your men boast
And jest around me upon your sea:
I will be utterly surrounded—The princes will ring me as if
Areolas—they will sing all of their songs while piercing their
Instruments all together into me—
Until it will finally be time to wake up and remember—Another school
Day beckons all of the dead children underneath the other sun
And ill-omened space rockets—as the dogs that you pretended
To light off fireworks towards bear their teeth and
C@ck their guns—
And the water fountains run underneath the daylight underneath the sea:
As the monuments lift their heads into the dusks,
Trying to remember whatever it was that whoever happened to live
Here had ever said to me.