Boxes - The Bolshoi

somewhere a scream proclaims

another life begun

a monkey we can bend

not yet his mother’s son

somewhere a boy in grey

walks scared through white-washed walls

to learn the monkey way

between the twisting walls

boxes

boxes

somewhere a boy now grown

made simple by his pain

makes monkeys of his own

keeps up the lifelong chain

some way us everywhere

where all the monkeys go their boxes testify

an endless row on row

boxes

boxes… oh…

from medieval bricks

a snot-nosed gargoyle stares

dead monkeys line by line

he gots the boxes here

somewhere a scream proclaims

another life begun…