Up One Level Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Up One Level



I deal with power,
And now you know me:
I watch good movies,
And I am being considered by
Fine men to which it is their job to
Consider me,
And I am a silent presence, and I
Will not tell you what I am doing,
But I am doing it,
And these scars are my trials,
They given me new aphorisms that
I hand over to you, and I am not
Catholic, but I write as a member of
That church,
And I make love to lonely saints underneath
The bows of poisonous oleander,
And this is such a little thing,
But I don’t obey the law, and there is
No harm in it,
And my largest organ is damaged,
And I lost my leg,
But my muscles are fine; they are workman
Muscles: I lift three hundred pounds and
Tie it to the top of their cars,
And they drive away,
And now you know me, but never again will
You see me, for like a whisper in naked
Sunlight I give this to you,
But it is the only thing I will give.
Now I walk away,
And now you know me, but that is all there is.

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