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The museum of our past is always open

Admission free—to you and me

Compass of the present flickering free

Necromancy is rife-- books, costumes, art

The wife of life peeking through

Magus of imagination beyond true

Possessions unlocking liberty

Foreshadowing the future to castigate

You ask to see what you see

Look too long and isolate

Adumbrating our epoch of hate

Our ideology of poor, lazy, despicable

The raw magic of eugenics never fickle

Bodied brains reduced to prostitution

Old, young, the rape of repetition

Not good enough no matter the position

We hate you for your poverty mission

Exasperate us with your demands

Disaffiliate and disassociate from our land

History culled in hysteria and prophecy

Festive doom-gloom in the stink of plenty

Rooted in a new patriarchal modernity

Slash and burn couched in munificence

Turns human shapes into different disinterests

Check-mate the mausoleum of your suttee

Breathers of this world are the last

In the jumble- sale burying the past