A dying old man is presented with a toy
coffin made of cardboard.
A cardboard coffin? sighs the old man.
It’s a funeral toy for little girls
who like to play pretend death with their baby dolls.
But why cardboard? he sighs.
It’s cheaper than wood, and good enough
for make-believe funerals.
But what will my friends think when
they see me laid out like
a baby doll in a coffin made of cardboard?
You have no friends.
Then what will the God think when I arrive
in a coffin made of cardboard?
There is no God. . . .