Unnecessary

maroon diagrams in the carpet of life
float like the magical ones but without
as many stops at which to disembark;

within our mental museums, we hide
the pillage of previous years as a tribute
for future ones, hoping its value is the
transcending kind than can be bartered;
lives once sold matter very little now,
but lives for which to be sold can be
bargained and negotiated as if there was
never any real need for justification.

28Jun16