Estate Sale

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Estate Sale

Like winged vultures
drawn by the stench
of smoldering carrion,

we’ve come to satisfy
our lust for
more, more, more.

unlike the black-winged
marauders of the sky,
whose manners are somewhat suspect,

we follow a more civilized
ritual of taking numbers,
and waiting our turn to enter this

sacred house of the dead.

i follow the rush to the
room with books
where pushy re-sellers perch,

shoulder to shoulder
before the shelves
in their primitive craving

for the steaming vital organs—

signed first-editions,
dust covers mercifully intact—
a Hemingway—
Green Hills of Africa—

(oh, most happy day).

appetites sated, the lions lick their chops
and king-like, saunter off.

next the squabbling hyenas,
angry at the delay, move in,

while vultures circle overhead,
desperate for an overlooked morsel.

finally it is my turn,

and i finger the bony carcass
hoping to discover the profession,
the hobbies, and the education

of the person who sat next the window

to catch the light.

. . . j

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