Creatures That Were Never Meant To Exist Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Maybe you will call her, like a unicorn in the
Waves,
Laughing, tantalizing and making fun of the kings
Who would have her tasseled and made to
Perform
Looking across the flaming sunsets, the green ducks,
And the airplanes receding like wishes she would
Hate to remember;
And all of his hopes fail, calling to her like winos
Bleeding sooty alcohol out amidst the traffics,
As their bodies curl like crustaceans into the cut
Grasses of their graveyard shells:
But it seems to persevere for awhile, even while it is dying;
As it hangs on to her advertisements, some other
Gods stealing her away-
Red accolades hurdling into the eventual sunset
And the promises of creatures that were never meant to exist.