The Ambergris Of The White Whales Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Warmness distills the waterfalls.
And I am in China waiting for my children
To return from the community bath...
There are arrows in the walls and no
Computers to sell. My aboriginal fami l y
Lives in Arizona, the other side of a
Toy earth from here. No one s hopp I ng
In the toy stores wants to remember me.
I am an anonymous playboy and all
But a superstar in this new CHINA.
NOW look at my skin and remember me. And in inks
Sell to the world the ambergris of
The white whales-
Look up, Lo! A ufo!
An epiphany.