Cascading,waving layers of colors
Spiral cross my spectral shadowshape
Catching dark corners with light hues
So that eyeballs can easily recognize
My nametag, my branding, my labeling.
On a nail-studded, sagging-board stage
Underneath a blaring light heating, burning skin
The echo of the migraine loudspeaker clamor pleads
My price and worth in a fevered auctioneer-voice pitch
I notice the crowd shift, separate, and slowly disperse.
Thrusting an odor-emitting armpit to gesture
My presentation to gathered leftovers, my Charge courts
The vultures and ants and fidgeting larvae
He pushes upon the predators my form's satisfaction
Discounted, marked down, a bargain pound for pound!
My mouth pinches, my pride-swollen, beaten proud-
Two callers, dismissed for not meeting the reserve
Observers lose intrest, meander from my unclaiming
Later to wonder if a taker met the negotiated claim
But leave me bound, deserted, unwanted but alive...still alive.
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