The coffin maker is a happy man now. <br />More and more orders keep coming in. <br />Soon he'll able to marry off <br />his daughters who have just attained puberty <br />and keep pretty Angela happy <br />on condoms strawberry flavoured an chocolate ice. <br /> <br />Of late he painted his house bright chrysanthemum red <br />ordered teakwood beds and never cared a damn <br />what the neighbours said. Atop his showroom <br />the great catlights came on <br />and his name glowed in the dark <br />whenever passing lights hit it. <br /> <br />Now he's not wondering any more, <br />he knows he's the best in town. <br /> <br />What about air-conditioning? That would lengthen <br />the life of coffins. Now he's struck with a bright new idea <br />that would revolutionise coffin making for <br />all time. Electronic remote-controlled polymer coffins <br />with micro chips and inbuilt flash units <br />that brought home to your PC screen <br />your dear dear dear departed along with uptodate <br />information on the state of decomposition <br />that you could activate or slow down <br />much like a video-game. An idea he knew would catch on like <br />wild fire making him a billionaire overnight. <br /> <br />Now whenever he kneels down with Angela <br />to pray, <br />he can only think of this <br />no one else can help him raise such funds <br />so hi-tech <br />which of course secretly meant <br />more and more accidents, causalities, fatalities <br />of course work was worship, it didn't matter what you did <br />you just had to put in your best, there could be no wrong asking <br />and for all this (if his dream came true) <br />he would keep his wood <br />and bury his god <br />in a coffin of gold.<br /><br />Gopi Krishnan Kottoor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-coffin-maker/
