Today, I drove past the Hills along the high way,
the sleepy skies yawned in my rear-view
as the morning sluggishly woke from slumber.
I beheld the lone carpenter in his workshop
making the 100th coffin with passion reeling in his eyes.
He’d wipe the sweat off his face with a smile
Like he knew the world was going to end today
and as death’s superhero that he is,
He’d be the last and lone survivor
cleaning up death’s mess as usual.
Suddenly Jim Reeves’ “this world is not my own”
started playing on the car radio as I, in dismay,
made a quick swerve to dodge the tanker coming right at me.
In what seemed like a nano second…
I saw death smile with the face of an angel
while she offered roses to the lone carpenter
and took him by the hand, as the tanker ran him down
right into the red coffin he made with smiles in his face.
As tears of what seemed like “I don’t know what just happened”
rolled down my face, all I could think of, was…
the “Amazing Grace” that had just saved me
and Jim Reeves’ “this world is not my own”
that had simultaneously ushered the coffin maker
to the afterlife rite, in his own coffin
he’d made with passion, for the dying world,
he thought needed his help cleaning up.
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Wilfred Yeminifie Deigh hails from Okpoama in Brass LGA of Bayelsa. He hold a bachelor’s degree in Petroleum Engineering from Niger Delta University and loves writing about love, society, life and host of other things.