The Delphic Mirror Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Delphic Mirror



Dear God,
you amused yourself for awhile by wresting a
Giant snake
Immortalized forever in a tableau outside
the gates to Tallahassee:
Your mortal enemy,
a serpent whose body engorged on veal and venison
wrapped around you like garland around
a vociferous Christmas tree:
warming you while choking you to death
in a classroom, windowless,
without purpose or depth-
But it was within that ludicrous show
That you could make the most money
To feed your children
or to support your habit.
But now, in the middle of the night,
when the rabbits that would otherwise feed
that venal reptile, your mortal enemy,
are all sleeping or slacking off-
and, likewise, all of the other amusements,
the cousins to your twins, have all been shut down
and turned off for awhile,
giving you a chance to genuflect and show off
to the Delphic mirrors of your bedroom-
and you drink in the lights, reflecting off
the roars of the crowds which you created,
and each wave coming in,
combing in a standing applause-
that, abashed, you are taken aback-
flexing your muscles,
and the algebra of your triceps,
that you ponder the time coming
soon when all of this will end-
and you will have to apply for a job at
the Goodwill on Dixie-
When that snake dies, and the airplanes touch down,
and you have to take off your own skin for Halloween-
And you hate yourself knowing that
There is no good without evil-
And even good Christian families can pay for
An annual pass to the zoo.
When the churches cozy up to the strip clubs and
their definitions are blurred-
and you find yourself having to work three shifts
after midnight just to feed the absurdness of
the absurd.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love,love and art
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 07 October 2015

as usual entertaining! ! Thank you for sharing!

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