Horseshoe crab hanging on my wall
tunes up louder our past’s recall.
Someone found you on the beach
and brought you within my reach.
I gutted you but you were dead,
ahead of me, let it be said.
Now you hang in one oh seven
pausing on your way to heaven?
You’re bereft of life as I will be
when my old heart gives out on me.
But now I hang you in my hall,
a dreg from life’s own carryall,
and strong reminder of our past–
cousins, joining hands at last.