Men no longer die
So the mill stood derelict
Amidst wood chips and saw dust
Saws and planes rusty of disuse.
This is where coffins were made
And the maker vexed with science and tech
Abandoned his mill.
His reason:
Men no longer die as easily
As the coffins should be needed
So he said hungry for food
As well as another trade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem