The Dead Celebrates His Death Poem by Tolu Akinwole

The finest cemetery in town
Festooned with distant flashing lights
Changing colours like the chameleon's skin
Will sit today on the feathered seat of time
And tread the blood-red carpet,
Will today spread its mat for mobile coffins
As fellow corpses honour this invitation

The chief-seats for the chief-corpses,
Let the servant-corpses sit on stools:
All corpses are equal
But some coffins are more beautiful than others

It's my birthday, eat and be merry;
Come near, corpses, and let's celebrate our folly!