Purveyor

by Dennis Herrell

​He was simply a purveyor
of goods, necessities, you might say,
for a deserving life
not to be deprived of certain pleasures,
exhilarations of the mind and body,
fulfillment of a spirit’s quest,
explorations of the soul
into the mysterious unknown,
all quite basic urges
common within the origin of the species,
a compound of spirit and mind and energy
mixed in the mortar of generations,
served like caviar to village peasants
and city folk alike, DNA linked
to Columbus, Magellan, Cortes,
Plato, Homer, Dante, Michelangelo,
and the like.
 
When you needed him,
he was there, the purveyor
to look out for you,
find for you, get for you,
any facilitating chemical to speed
your dreams above the street,
out of your neighborhood,
away from office humdrum
and household tedium,
away, away, far away.
Always a better place,
forever in a bright new world.