Goddesses That Never Were Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If I drove now, I would not be defeated:
I would be arrested
And placed in the bouquets of another Disney World
Into which
Some sweet hearts have found light forever
Reflect by the thievery of the moon
Up from the diamond pools:
And you can go along forever,
Kissing
And cursing the serpents, as I become the shadow
That falls into the basement
After you have rearranged yourself for college,
And had your hair done,
And forgotten your boyfriend: and this is just
The strange carriage you somehow carry yourself
In through the metamorphosed sweethearts
Before the transmogrifications of
Another midnight: but rest assured, underneath another
Saturn,
Your coachmen will be mice again,
And your Ferris wheels will come down again,
Like the scars of tears across your window, even while
You will not French kiss me and I make love to
Working girls underneath the stain glass, the wolves,
And the feet of serpents in the gutters-
And you make love to your werewolves in the theatres
I can no longer believe in- in the temples dedicated
To the goddesses that never were.