This piece was written more than a decade ago, and I'm not sure what I was thinking when I wrote it. Actually, I don't even recall writing it, so here it is.
Where the West lies
artifacts and relicts
apportioned along lines
of class and rarity
bought unseen from fortune’s
pocket are museumed
for mass martyrdom
we, dying for this lie
gaily decorate suburban
manses with miscolored
fakes we purchase to
prove our greatness
contains no rot.
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