Made in China or during the Roman era, it doesn’t matter. Under the collector’s finger tips, plastic, opals and friendship bracelets come to form a shattered tapisserie of the forever changing world.
Brought back from between the fine grains of centuries past, pearl necklaces are turned into mere elastics. The practical, ensnaring florescent netting, now a harmless trinket.
Today it is a comb that the avid collector should spy, hanging from curling strands of green.
Yes it may be chipped, a few teeth a miss, but let it not be said that the wise and tantrumous entity that is the sea, does not dabble in gentle irony.
As for the sea urchin, she may prove to have a lot on her head but what can be said for what lies beneath her headset?
Oh! what an uncanny mess, won’t you agree, for an old comb to get into!
Will his last teeth be left in the mane of this wild empress? Or will she employ him to her study and with him comb the sea…