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II of XXX

i sift through the discarded
king of the trash heap
duke of the dump
i find use in the useless
living on the possessions of the dead and the decisive
building citadels of Styrofoam and galvanized steel

i walk through my kingdom
surveying the echos of a society made solid
homages to the starbucks armies
xerox forests and lysol lifestyles
the ill-designed digital dorian gray paintings
gossamer disks of their images frozen in time
thin plastic that will out last thickened bone
beauty products out live beauty queens
it seems
in their quest for fountains
they've created mountains
of single-serving youth
instant five-hour gratification
that which to them was momentary
will survive centuries here
here is their eternity finally achieved

if only to be remember forever
through the things that lasted them seconds

leaving this junkyard priest
privy to a million memories and confessions
now forgotten and lingering
like the light of dormant stars

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