Jetsam

After the war, they stopped to fling 
All of their regalia into this lake — 
Rifles, standards, death’s head rings — 
Anything that could finger them; so later,
The bushy-bearded Austrian 
Who found them said that all he did was take 
The nearest rock and throw it in,
Then dove wherever it fell. He had a case 
With glass doors where he kept these things, 
And made his living selling what he called 
His trinkets to the tourists in the spring.