It’s a
Washed up
Lever locking
Skeletal
Mechanism
Bent at the teeth
And thick
Along its shape
What it opened:
Worth little
In comparison
To the value
Of a symbol
Of what it’d
Seen
What acts it
Had to play
And who held it
To lock and unlock
Something
To somewhere
In what scene
It holds
Those scenes
Culturally
A lost, beached
Ashore,
Lever lock,
Master,
Skeleton key
And a wrought-iron,
Unlocking jaw
With twenty teeth
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