I have opened a shop
where glass is blown
into small and elegant vials
of endless variety.
And people come,
to purchase, or to steal.
My vials are sold with small
funnels, treated with oils,
down which tears
run like mercury.
More customers!
I explain how vials,
upon being used,
are sealed casket-tight
with cork and awl, and all.
My own collection is kept
veiled, my vials of tears,
within a secret room.
It's locked... and besides,
you will never find it.