The Dead Live. Poem by BUNMI OROGUN SAMUEL

It started as a metaphysics
In the treading part of medicine,
Where all sorts of consultants are gathered
A gorge of experience enter into belly
To say that the dead not die but live.

The connectivities of the dead speak aloud.
The eyes is strongly naked but could'nt see
The ear therefore try not deaf but dumb;
The dead asked to raise the flag,
It is not the size but the calling.

It is the tradition of these eminent scientists
It is customary in the compound.
It is the bed which they lay upon;
It is the celebrations of their soaring,
Signs and wonders never ceased to end.

I have come to open the darkness cloud:
I have come to sacrifice death for living;
I have come to empties for fullness.
I have come to tell the words of the corpse,
That the dead is not die but also live.