Plastic Prayers

Laid to rest, in a skyless vault, just as some once long-ago unknown soldier, forgotten in historical parody-- relieving oneself, yourself of the honour of duty--

Selecting prime numbers, safe-deposited memories, and donations of inherited apologies.

Vanity visits stateside, in Memorium of pomp and circumstance

You wear--one does, your best face on the lapel of holiday attire, a wrinkle-less conscience, you lay plastic prayers, unscented manmade wreaths, watered with the urination of biodegradable tears-- your size emphasized for sincerity

For past grudges-- you rent Christ out hourly, no overtime required, as he is needed for the ascension of paschal blooms, fictile pollinated greenhouse ossuaries, crossing yourself trice to a wooden idol-- putting the last nail in God's coffin

Sun-bleached grey, the mourning band of blacked-out memories, double knotted ribbons worn on shorn sleeves--

In whose name? The forgotten have none.

Permanent inconveniences, revolving debt-- to be paid with interest, plastic years, require plastic augmentation, in full, for to gaze upon the dead is to gaze upon ones self-- in catafalque, wrapped snuggly in all that plastic luvvvv.

Skyless vaults, by appointment only, paid in advance prior to celebrations, holiday specials for those 'who shall not be named', those, the forgotten, those we to shall one day become—nonetheless.