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“The Man in the Box”
19 August 2006

Someone stole my brother.
Mr Cancer put him in the ground.
And every year age grows older,
yet of his gentle voice there was no sound!

Someone took that love,
that lasts anyway.
Because no one can take
those memories, as they fade.

So what was this,
the day he last did smile.
An image upon a mind,
just not seen now for a while.

“The man in the box”,
his childhood nephew said.
That man of forgiving and love,
a man who will always live,
because he was in heaven above


“So shall my righteousness answer for me in time to come,
when it shall come for my hire before thy face: every one
that is not speckled and spotted among the goats, and brown
among the sheep, that shall be counted stolen with me.”
Genesis 30: 33 KJV


© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)

a poet who cares