Today I bought a brass snail as a gift with a tape inside of it,
which measures by both metric and imperial means.
But my feelings are too complicated to quantify in either,
so, it’s just as well that I bought it for my brother!
Even then I could not decide for which one, or what festivity?
The snail will trail its tail as I mark my passing on
out of certainty into the rude beyond.
The snail’s head draws out the tape within.
I just hope that mine is similarly attached
to the rule of my digestive tract.