Pop goes the weasel as a metaphorical subtext!

What’s Inside (Pandora)

We do not just like our boxes
We love and nourish them
Like the mimicry of newborns;

When these boxes say follow
More often then not, we
Follow as if hypnotized by
What or who we are supposed
To be representing.

Human beasts, my imbalanced
Credit card debt generation,
Are fragile and ornery like
Constructed mathematical
Limitations;

The economy, drinking
Our own blood and spitting
It back into the wound
Now damaged as if it could
Reform and re-form and

And become a better box
Full of fancy multi-colored
Ribbons, and when it opened
No jester or weasel popping
Out to our surprise

Merely a swath of mouths
Void of salvia and comfort
Screaming in our ears
As if to ask the question
If we are boxed and remain
In our boxes,
How can we see what is
Beyond our borders,
Our electrified fences?

by Micah Zevin 2008