The Storm Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I did not even want to do this-
Tonight, I just wanted to be left alone:
Shot through with arrows,
Watching television with my dogs,
But what does it mean
To be forlorn beneath the banyan without
Any serpents to eat the knowledge what not
Was;
And your great breasts,
And your ears curled back- you should be a mother,
Of that I’m certain:
And so I had no use but to cry out to you,
And in the same moment I was shrunken,
And unpublished; and you were a great amusement,
Even if you didn’t care,
And I called you out and you rode across me like
A bull across the sea;
And that’s all I can remember about your metamorphosis
Deep in the glinting rafters of the butterfly house;
And hotdogs, and sunshine, and caramel popcorn,
But that’s all there ever was;
And it was so delicious on two legs and then on four
Until the serpent came preaching through
Hibiscus,
Drowned the puppies in the storm.