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Bright New Cars
(04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Bright New Cars

Poem By Robert Rorabeck

They decorated the star-well
Until they became the center
Of gravity’s loose attention
And all the eyes of their peers
Shone toward them like Cadillacs
Falling headfirst down a sinkhole
Through the highway/
They went to bed naked and
Had ceaseless love until their
Sheets became like the heavenly
Layers leading up to God,
Stained and bleeding

Who promoted them to
Squad leaders, put a down payment
On their house in a gated and well-lit
Community
And bought them both bright
New cars.

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This poem has a lot to it. It intrigues me. The death metaphor is what struck me first, but there's a lot here to look at. A comment on materialism? Regardless, it was an enjoyable puzzle of a poem.


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