The tackle box opens to three flights of stairs:
rusted Daredevils, half-naked Hula Poppers,
one-eyed Jitterbugs, cracked orange floats.
It’s heavy, heavy laden with sinkers
and the vintage lures, wood-carvedwith barbed treble hooks, bodiesflaking lead paint - crazy baitshaped creatures fromthe bio-illuminati of dark alien depthscast out to lure and snag men by the lips.