Precious metals lifted up from their watery graves in the depths below. Scrawled on their backsides, 71026010. Stacked, stored, arranged in Venice. The shipwrecked collection tells a story of a slave who escaped with eclectic artifacts, only to be buried with them beneath the sea. It was all invented, orchestrated, a fraud.
Unbelievable.
This poem was written in 2018. Hint: It was inspired by a certain shipwreck.