To the amazement of passersby
Who see the silvery handles
And the glorious interiors
But none is willing to patronize the coffin maker
Even though the graveyard remains a glutton.
The coffin maker must make his gain
From the unfortunate ones who cannot outrun Death.
Even the coffin maker is not spared
For, one day, his coffin would embrace him
As long as the graveyard remains a glutton.
@gandhibaba, the young man who goes about carrying his magical pen, not his gun, in his pockets.
@artzanolino
