The Sealed Song of the Zipper

The little soldiers of polished steel,
lined up awaiting, a silent front.
A promise of a border, a swift veil,
between what is open and what was united.

Then the slider’s run, an silvery shiver,
a screeching song that breaks the air.
Each tooth embraces its opposite, impervious,
a rapid fusion, primary necessity.

And in the completed silence, a new skin,
that seals the warmth, or reveals a secret.
Guardian of forms, without complaint,
its work finished, a complete seal.