In Boxes In Boxes

In boxes in boxes are treasures

And gems.

In boxes in boxes the souls

Of men.

In boxes in boxes are mazes

Made

In boxes in boxes are dreams

To trade.

In boxes in boxes the body

Bleeds.

In boxes somewhere the sacred

Creed.

In boxes in boxes the hiding

Places.

In boxes in boxes the secret

Faces.

In boxes in bodies in bay

And wood,

Are broken and bruising the cries

Of could.

Constricted and crouched, the would

From should.

And men lie dying where babes

Once stood.