Their Unconscious Surrenders Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Their Unconscious Surrenders



Your friends are in the trucks
And they are going higher up the mountains and swinging
Underneath the taillights of the moon
Which brings down the most beautiful
Girls; but we cannot even tell whoever they are, or
Wherever they come from:
But they dress out for physical education- and they wear
Braces as silver as the beams which birthed them:
And the track is oval and red,
And returning their legs back to the off centered kilns
Beside the lunch trucks;
And everything that is there grows and comes up:
And the life comes around, headily, pubescent and sweltering
Yet having figured out where it has come from,
Where it is going- and the Universities loom
In a fraternity of dreams that are easily imagined:
And when they yawn, and are filled up by that way-
They go straight up like instruments of levitation,
Even past Disney World and all of her
Princesses: and they make time again for awhile down the
Hallways cleared between the woods,
And the animals wait around them, for their turns to drink
Of the students who, collapsing, so become diademed
By their unconscious surrenders.

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