Men No Longer Die Poem by Tony Adah

Men No Longer Die



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.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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