Ωχ-Εεε Poem by B. Sven Telander

Trillions of caskets drifted in space. In one of them, someone

scratched the underside of the lid.

“What’s going on? ” the person called out.

No one answered, no matter how many times the question was asked

over countless years.

“Let me out! ” the individual would occasionally plead to no response.

Later, after the universe had finished, and all the many remnants, large

and small, had been collected and tucked away in Some Thing’s vast pocket,

that Some Thing sat down, smiled and said: “Sure was interesting. Think I’ll

do it again.”

“Uh-uh, not so fast, ” said Another Thing, “My turn now.”