DOOR TO DOOR Poem by Alexandre O’Neill

- Who? The infinite?
Tell him to come in!
It's good for infinity
to be in human company.

- Our help? He hobbles?
If the fellow is lame,
give him what used to be
Grandfather's cane.

- He wants money? No way!
I know the poor swine
wouldn't use it for bread
but for a bottle of wine.

- He insists? Who on earth
does he take himself for,
when a tiger ended up
as the rug on our floor?

- To go and see his mother?
Now I've heard it all.
He's not from up north,
and his mother's long gone.

- A victim of what?
Life is tough.
How can he be infinite
if he's not made of hard
stuff?