The Walrus and the Pearl

When he died I filled his mouth

with lunar pearls; a parting meal

fit for a walrus in the preservation 

of the strange: here, the worry 

of an oyster has been prised free

upon a tusk, and grit to grit,

what nacre enveloped 

kept the form of a foreign body

as any trauma will continue

to hold its shape.

It has been a long time

since the moon abandoned me,

I felt the wane of warmth,

the coolness of distance,

only bridled now

by my solitary persuasion;

all affection unrequited. The moonlight 

in passage across the water

is a nightly reminder reborn

of departure, of love

and its potential for cruelty,

in the way a walrus 

will always deceive an oyster.

When he died I filled his mouth

with lunar pearls, more tears

to squander upon the sand.

Bit of a weird poem, based on reading about pearls and their lunar, watery symbolism, straying across the Lewis Carroll poem The Walrus and The Carpenter (linked below if interested) and the news that once the moon was closer with its own core and magnetic field (also linked below if interested). Plus other images on Twitter. 
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43914/the-walrus-and-the-carpenter-56d222cbc80a9

https://www.newscientist.com/article/2257286-the-moon-had-a-magnetic-field-that-helped-protect-earths-atmosphere/?utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=echobox&utm_source=Twitter#Echobox=1602862639

https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Steen_Oyster-eater.jpg

https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Walrus_and_Carpenter.jpg

https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Georg_Emil_Libert_-_Sejlskib_i_måneskin.png

Picture above is: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Noaa-walrus30.jpg