Poems of the Week

Pimp My Hearse, Too!

by Marshall Begel

“A funeral firm is … offering custom-made coffins, which includes a casket designed like a Greggs sausage roll.”
Sky News

To be endlessly admired
Even after you’ve expired
There’s a place, you might have heard,
Where they craft the box interred.

Cobblers might select a boot.
Astronauts, their NASA suit.
Backyard grills might please a cook.
Poets may prefer a book.

As for me, I can’t deny
Where I’m heading when I die.
So I’ll choose to make my casket
Woven like a hand-held basket.