In Season There Is An Onion

So I’ve thrown away a life, and
can’t find my body in
any of the trash bins of history I’ve searched

but there is at best
a so-so saga, and

at worst
a plague of focus that
seasons the season
with shredded cardboard

If you
pose with my cardboard cut-out
and have your picture taken
with faux me

you too can be famous