The Unanswered Solicitation Poem by Robert Rorabeck

“Meet new friends and
Become a god, ” the advertisement read,
But I was already always
Disappearing into the forest across
The street, in the hot Florida
Of that time-line when the Conquistadors,
The action figures with their full movement
And detachable crosses,
Were the fulcrum of the last extinction:
I had recorded the Indians’ screams and
Compared them to the panthers’
In the Bay of Horses,
When they had their last revenge,
And their painted maidens looked sexy
As they put the heads of their victims
Between their legs,
And busied their knives with the scalping:
Everything was devoured then,
As somewhere in the center,
The two young lovers never written of,
Shared themselves in the great
Sand dunes bordered by the timeless palms,
Created a civilization lost to us,
And unobserved they reentered the sea’s womb,
And became the spoken word dolphins
That fetched sunlight for no masters,
Far above where the pirates lay
Blurred in drink and death,
And so, laying down the catalogue,
I could only sigh, as that was
One more solicitation I could not answer.