Box
by Susan de Sola
He went
and left
behind
his things
where lies
a box
to bring
outside
the things
he left
behind
he left
no box
to bring
his things
outside
the things
are here
but he
is not
this is
the box
that time
begot –
how can
it be
that mould
can mean
the form
of man
and yet
its rot?