Eternal Life Poem by Chime Justice Ndubuisi

When we woke on day three,
We found us sitting under an oak tree.
We've been dreaming the same dream,
We remember, each the same dream:
There was a man, hefty and haggard,
Out of the tree, bowing down his head.
Streaks of blood trailed him,
Stranded smoke, dust, fog all on him.
Beyond our body and soul, a tempest of fear!
We saw the dead come clear
Amid a still, silly and serene silence
As though dethroned and denied of their place
For an unrendered service.
Then, came devil keeping the same pace!
There was a chasm breathing smoke
And tongues confessing love
For the smoke that now stood tall.

Under the oak we sat, cold as hell
Waiting to find the secret of eternal life:
In some quiet pond where flowed streams of life,
Some trees with leaves: white, black, many colours;
Or mysterious flowers bringing out myriads of scents!
We are waiting still, in the bower
Of unknown time, willing and eager
For the sudden emergence of the promised light;
The second sacrifice of the same scapegoat.

Perhaps, life's a dream we are all living;
A meaningful meaninglessness.
When we'd wake up finally, perhaps
Nothing would be worth having.