I will put in my box
A hurting hand with a handful of scars
A chip of gold in a block of lead
The smashed rock on the sandy sea shore

I will put in my box
A helpless snowman with a loose head
A drop of contaminated water
The flash of a fish’s scale

I will put in my box
The air of their last breath
The water of their last drink
The food of their last meal

I will put in my box
The tears of my first day in school
The cry of my parents leaving
The scream of being alone

I will put in my box
The sickness of a disgusting drink
The laughter of good friend
The stench of ruined shoes

My box is fashioned from gingerbread
and raw chocolate and vegetables
With clouds on the lid and secrets in the corners
Its hinges are suspensions of monster trucks