I will put in the chest
A pluck of a string on the Devil’s guitar
The first light of the sun in the horizon
The swift swish of a katanas blade

I will put in the chest
A snowman with moving arms
A chip of wood from the oldest tree
A spark of light from a campfire

I will put in the chest
Three blue wishes spoken by Polish
An old joke which filled the shop with laughter
And a dog’s first howl

I will put in the chest
A sixth season with a red moon
A witch on a horse
And a cowboy on a dusty broomstick

My chest is fashioned from Ice Emeralds and fire
With the moon on the lid and trees in the corner
Its hinges are the finger joints of Ryan

I shall fly in my chest
On the great high rolling pyramid in the wild Egypt
Then wash ashore on the green beach
The colour of the moon.