The Dins Of Gods' Descending Messages Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Echoing in the dins of gods' descending messages
You sent to him while you were away
From his love,
Misspeaking yourself in the arms of a floating
Curiosity—
Like a curious decoration draped upon the
Wells of some strip mall in some Midwestern séance:
Into this enfeebled trick you gave all of the meaning
Of your lives,
Taking off flowers from the bouquets of your
Soul to feed in insatiable senses of what you
Supposed had to be death—
Grinning reptiles who swore to know nothing
About the manmade metamorphoses of airplanes,
But sat there, demanding of you— gluttons-
And you gave in, and he came home from the amphitheaters
Of the celluloid hurricanes—arms strong but beaten down—
You dreamed you loved me while he was
Away, but now he is reentering your town.