THE LITTLE BOX


He always has it
by his side - to wind,
God the little box,


He makes it do
each magic time...
God the little box,


He pulls rabbits
out and jump-
starts them alive,


- with cruel heart
he slams their ears
in the lid - of God


the little box
- His little box -.
The little box with


four close sides,
a close roof,
a close floor ...


God the little box.


15 April 2003 © Wayne David Knoll

1st Published in the Forward Press anthology ‘Never Hold Time’
Ed: Sarah Marshall, UK Poetry Now , Peterborough, 30 Sept 2003