The story of the box

There once was a box,
Filled up with human beings -
Maybe a joke from God gone wrong?
All of them spoke the same language
And looked alike.
They produced the same sounds,
And had the same number of toes and fingers.
They had one tongue - used brutally,
Without linking brain to mind.

They made babies - millions
of these strange flesh packages,
Sent out in to the world.
Lost and shattered, these infants
Started to crawl and growl.
That's when the box became bigger,
Trying to fit everyone in -
As if it had no top or bottom,
Right or left.

Ideals fell out, compromises were made.
The box became an empty state
of illusion and organs crushed.
Some knew and were stepped on - like bugs,
By the dirty feet of some five year old.
While human packages kept falling out of women,
Who kept counting their little fingers and toes.
That's how normal people should live,
That's how the story of the box goes.

Poetry by FrancescaLuca
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Written on 2012-05-24 at 09:52

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Rob Graber
The fuller it gets, the emptier it is: That's some box. Good to hear from you again!

very beautiful and realistic image of this present world. The reflection of human sufferings & their struggle to survive is clearly seen........

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
You have a unique style and presentation that I find is a constant in your poetry. I thoroughly enjoy reading your works.
The philosophy I speak of was addressed in a song by a North American folk singer composer "Pete Seager" back in the 1960s. The song was entitled "Little Boxes". You may find the lyrics interesting. They can be found here...

Great stuff! Please keep writing!