The Final Rainbow's Chariot Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I am now drinking wine and
My nose feels red and cheery:
I am no longer afraid that my house has termites:
I have lit candles for the Virgin of Guadalupe:
I have a two year older aunt named Mary with three children of
Her own,
And I am a sancho: Romero is my unlawful uncle,
And now my lover, Alma, sleeps with her other man who bought
Her nothing on her birthday while
I struggled with Miguel to find a place in the open air market in which
The tigers and aces of the wind wouldn’t
Blow out her wishes before she could get to them:
I weigh twice as much as my darling Alma:
I want to smell her tomorrow
And make love to her again: I want to give her everything that I own:
And I like watching her eat what I feed her,
And when my time comes, I hope that my last breath rasps beneath her soft
Tears,
And she holds me in her gaze while stronger men carry me to a whicker
Casket and then they all drink tequila or something
Softer,
While all the garden snakes still bask their soft bellies in the rains,
Gossiping through the lariopi until the final rainbow’s
Chariot comes to carry
Alma again to me.