2. Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift.
3. I would say it was the coffin of a midget
4. Or a square baby
5. Were there not such a din in it.
6. The box is locked, it is dangerous.
7. I have to live with it overnight
8. And I can't keep away from it.
9. There are no windows, so I can't see what is in there.
10. There is only a litter grid, no exit.
11. I put my eye to the grid.
12. It is dark, dark,
13. With the swarmy feeling of African hands
14. Minute and shrunk for export,
15. Black on black, angrily clambering.
16. How can I let them out?
17. It is the noise that appalls me most of all,
18. The unintelligible syllables.
19. It is like a Roman mob,
20. Small, taken one by one, but my god, together!
21. I lay my ear to furious Latin.
22. I am not a Caesar.
23. I have simply ordered a box of maniacs.
24. They can be sent back.
25. They can die, I need feed them nothing, I am the owner.
26. I wonder how hungry they are.
27. I wonder if they would forget me
28. If I just undid the locks and stood back and turned into a tree.
29. There is the laburnum, its blond colonnades,
30. And the petticoats of the cherry.
31. They might ignore me immediately
32. In my moon suit and funeral veil.
33. I am so source of honey
34. So why should they turn on me?
35. Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free.
36. The box is only temporary.
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