The Abandoned Horns Of Kings
Revealed like the strange regresses of a crowd
by Robert Rorabeck
After the baseball game is over:
The heavens fluctuating over the life in the sea:
Schoolyards in Colorado
Metamorphosing as they cry tantalizingly.
The cemeteries creak like old
The older and new lovers have abandoned,
Leaving only the penumbra of the moon
That sways over everything,
Positioning the crickets over the wildflowers,
And causing the moss to grow over the abandoned
Horns of kings.