Homage to the Lame Wolf1987Open little boxWe kiss your bottom and cover
Keyhole and keyThe whole world lies crumpted in you
It resembles everything
Except itselfNot even your clear-sky mother
Would recognize it anymoreThe rust will eat your key
Our world and us there inside
And finally you tooWe kiss your four sides
And four corners
And twenty-four nails
And anything else you haveOpen little box