Open little box

We kiss your bottom and cover
Keyhole and key

The whole world lies crumpted in you
It resembles everything
Except itself

Not even your clear-sky mother
Would recognize it anymore

The rust will eat your key
Our world and us there inside
And finally you too

We kiss your four sides
And four corners
And twenty-four nails
And anything else you have

Open little box

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Poet: Vasko Popa
Poem: The Prisoners Of The Little Box
Volume: Homage to the Lame Wolf
Year: Published/Written in 1987
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