With The Tigers And The Lions Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Angels have earned the right to
Own knives, and to hold them
Over the bushes,
The airplanes have burned into
With the tigers and
The lions—
In two weeks of an end of
Winter amusement—
While my cousins all get married
And build their married houses
Further and further up the
Mountains—
So when they step down, oh what
An orchestra—
To the super markets
And the movie theatres—and their
Shadows glisten,
And sometimes a hidden daycare
Of unobtainable flowers blooms in
The hidden passageways,
As if seeming to want to follow them.