The Casket

There is a broken casket washed up by the morning tide With a young girl's magic mementos and secondhand jewelry inside Letters from long dead lovers tied now with a seaweed bow A first world war photograph of a German matelot A first world war photograph of a German matelot Attracted by the glittering A hermit crab approaches The caskets gaudy entrails Of necklaces and broaches Two ticket for Hohenlinden lie half buried in the sand And a poem by Christian Morgenstern copied carefully by hand As the sun climbs high in the heavens, and fisherman return from the kill The hermit crab scuttles for safety, as children swoop down from the hill The hermit crab scuttles for safety, as children swoop down from the hill There is a broken casket washed up by the morning tide With a young girl's magic mementos and secondhand jewelry inside Letters from long dead lovers tied now with a seaweed bow A first world war photograph of a German matelot A first world war photograph of a German matelot