I lay my ear to furious Latin.<br/>    I am not a Caesar.<br/>    I have simply ordered a box of maniacs.<br/>    They can be sent back.<br/>    They can die, I need feed them nothing, I am the owner.<br/><br/>    I wonder how hungry they are.<br/>    I wonder if they would forget me<br/>    If I just undid the locks and stood back and turned into a tree.<br/><br/>detail from “The Arrival of the Bee Box” by  Sylvia Plath