They have a hand here that is mummified,
it once was of a criminal, then chopped.
I watch the black thing and am horrified,
think how the cut went, how the hand was dropped.
The man explaining has a ponytail,
he spend his time in these museum rooms,
where all the facts of life are shown on scale,
a history of this old town resumes.
The fingers point to where the exit is.
We leave, the rain just pouring now,
and on our mind that man, the hand, once his,
what happened to the rest of him and how?
So nice the coastline lied before our feet.
We had no clue of what we were to meet.