Shop Through My Relics

This sun here I carved from fallen darkness,
one round red hole
through wich one peers.
See
hear
the ocean in your whirling ear.
I added salt
to make it from weird water,
and soon in it were fishes,
caught and plated
on these antique dishes.
This one here 
is cracked,
a hand-me down from some old
man, hand-carved from hardened sand;
He starved,
but his plate it waited
ever at the ready
and now could be yours
for a penny.