previously interned below
the smooth white sand
a freak combination
of storm and tide

lays bare the skeletal remains
of a wartime minesweeper
the wooden ribs lining up
all neat and orderly

rows of chambers foaming
between the massive keel
and the treacherous green
algae-covered rocks

careful, Jew, or you will fall in while
hardened crabs watch and clockwork
columns of brownshirted waves
march across the endless horizon

the barbarous iron superstructure
twists and bubbles with rust
one touch and it’s clickety clack
in the sardine tins to Hades

the convoluted crankshaft that
drove the whole mad machine
lies half-buried and heavy
like a poisoned corpse

hardly visible through the fog
it came during the long night
strewn wreckage a warning to a
world asleep on the warm beach