The Box

If I give you the little black box

What will you do with it

If you look closely you will see no lid

There’s no key hole

It’s black like obsidian

Solid, heavy

What will you do with it

If I give  you the little black box

Will you out of frustration break it open

Will you crush it under your feet

Will you be surprised to find it empty

No treasure inside

What was hidden there gone

Crushed, poured out, trampled

Another heart dissolved into the earth

If I give you the little black box

What will you do with it

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