The Web Poetry Corner - Clarius Ugwuoha - Coffin Maker
Coffin Maker
by
Clarius Ugwuoha
Why do you make coffins
Of all things, this vehicle without wheels?
What is not your prayer?
That people die so you may sell your wares!
What are my sins
That I bulid a decent house for you when you're gone?
What do I not pray
That the best be yours when you're no more?
Stop stop stop
Stop this chahade, I'm alife
Untill I die, build no coffin.
House of the stiff
Should not pile on the streets
To remind us of the inevitable planting season,
Of the wasted labour to plant,
This crop that cannot grow!