Salesmen Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Anticipating Messiah
Perpetuates this religion:
The reincarnations of
Jesus
On the back lots,
The ho-hum Hollywood sets,
The trams of gaudy tourists,
The football star
In a sporty red corvette
Soliciting prostitution
From the saturated lashes
Of failed starlets:
Door to door Bible peddlers,
The disinfected Sanhedrin,
Rabbits who chain-smoke,
Speak machine-gun English-
Use the guilty roots
Of the Catholic Church to
Buy their lunch,
And sleep in cheap hotels;
All of this,
Hinging on the fulcrum
Of that which will never happen;
Salivating for perpetuity,
Pavlov’s Dog will starve,
And the phone will never
Ring with her name again-
Somewhere unreachable,
Farting in the infant nebulas,
The goddess of our creation
Is soliciting new spacemen
She finds interesting;
She has already forgotten
Who I am,
And the insignificant planet
Waiting for her,
Echoing in the pitifully
Faithful moans.