To one who knows Keys
his is a Masterwork
of Leafsprings interlaced
with Haughty Iron Heads.
His Key Ring Some Hundred Thick
to each he gives a name
This one (He whispers) Will be called Jezebel
Around the 1920’s it Became the custom
to Lock Ones Coffin in order to Thwart
Greedy grave robbers the spoils of your Corpse
A Skeleton Key Unfamiliar to the Grounds
Enters the cave as Some Blind Wanderer
Thirsty for drink, Soon Stalagmites
meet stalactites with a Batmash Lockjaw
Shutters the cave closed Forever trapping
the Locksmith In side, the Key master is
Superfluous to the Secret of his Lonelywork
Ironed into her Casket forever,
forever.
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