Dungeon by Rabindranath Tagore

I enclose others in boxes
and labels

I fit them in
I file them away

on the basis of what
I have to say
about them

I do not let them speak on their
own accord

but rather

pre-dispose myself
to pre-emption
to pre-description
to pre-mature


so that they may be
covered with my dust

for I fear if they weren’t
it would be ever so clear

how much more
they do shine

than my