In Unnatural Toys Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Embalm me in unnatural toys and I
Will await you above the forest
And above the Ferris Wheel until I become
But that familiar vision walking his apex
Over the abandoned cornucopias and
Television programs—
I have tried my best to sell fireworks to your
Soul,
Even before I knew that it was you atop
Of my friend’s house in the middle of a school
Day—transfixed with all of your charms,
Spinning in the sunbeaming spiderwebs of
The truancies of our postmodern saturnalia
And now you give a new daydream for
The beating of my heart
Even before I return and start off again towards
That infected afternoon where you can never be relieved
In the venal baseball games of a penultimate summer:
It is the venomous sport that the rattlesnake is
Grinning and this is just how we get up
Again above Miami and all of Mexico: this is just
How we start of dying—trying to make copper or
Bronx—while the shadows cool themselves—
And the words keep on spinning—and you are half naked
Beside your husband’s pool—and you are getting up
After the jasmine are all done closing:
Isn’t this your spell them—and if not—well, at least
I am all done supposing.