I Will Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I really only have one leg,
So you wouldn’t shoot me if I am not enough,
And yet I go and get your ice-cream
And get in a fight- blue jaws laugh at me,
When afterwards but before school
They are eating carnivores their nest over
The trucks I’ve come to for you;
And afterwards, waiting so long to return,
You are kissing another man, both of his legs
Playing football:
And now I have hives, and I am melting
When I get up I have no equilibrium and the
Ringmaster told me what good would I be;
There will always be a better man for him to feed
The elephant: the n#ggers in the sacks, the gold
Lying in the hay: and I heard you making love
Dripping tongues of flesh while the new ones came
In circling like buzzards waiting for your fruit to dry,
But it never will: You’ve gone through your
Transformations, and held battle and now the victor
Is yours, and you lay in the bed of flowers and ask
Me to hop along and bring you some,
And told me to name them whatever I will,
As long as I name them for you; and I will.