The Undying Love. Poem by Titto Mutunguti

It was dead like a dodo
We all took a photo.
We were brave on its grave
Giving it farewell,
which didn't seem to go well.

It stands in the shadows,
with no flesh but a scary gaze
with no spoken phrase, but an empty guess.
Oh, its scary when you can't read a face.

It walks among the living
Asking for a second chance believing
That perhaps on the third day it may rise
Oh, it is sometimes unwise to be nice.
especially to the walking dead.

It lives in my backyard,
Making my life a little bit awkward.
Did it not die in the first place?
I am living at my own pace and space
though still this dead won't allow me to rest in peace! !

Checkmate,
It made its final move, moving in
It claims to be highly born,
From the womb, not the tomb.
I am now the husband to the infant,
The ressurected Love.