The Bag

By Kevin Walker

The bag, brown as a beaver’s coat,
What wonders does it old inside?
Money, the secret of life?
Open the bag and let it unveil,
What is inside…?
A skull?
A skull could stand for anything,
life, death, reincarnation.
No…
To me a skull…
Is a way of remembrance…and to think,
All this time, remembrance,
Was on the inside…
Of a brown, paper, bag.