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