There is a broken casket,
Washed up by the morning tide,
With a young girl's magic momentos,
And second hand 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,