Indian-Giving Virginity Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Voyeurs on the fly
Passing through the sky-
Return on rollerskates
Going to the arcade-
Wanting to see the
Parade
To watch the lions jump
Through rings-
Hypnotized marriages
Underneath the plates
Of the mountains
That put on their dinners
Of Eden-
The lions lying about in a
Fraternity of narcoleptic manes.
Above treeline
Her shoulders are golden.
She has taken off her
Small clothes:
She is metamorphosis
Above the tourists-
So light she
Swims,
A Pegasus on each
Tit.
She brings fear into
My heart
And steals it away,
Indian-giving her
Virginity
As the school busses
Flee
From the Mendalas of
Forest Fires
Sparked from her
Hip
As she dances
In feral kaliedescope
Of kites torn
Away from the fingers of
A young boy's town
Up to a makebelieve that
Swears he will not
Give her away.