Going To Heaven Poem by Tony Adah

There was a beautiful gate
On the bar of which a cow
Head sculpture heralded saints
A splash of mud and rock slides
Left a small hill to the right flank of the entrance
Where the gate attendants worked at clearing.

I moved and passed an iron gate
Wrote my name on a papyrus and zoomed
Straight forward to a signage that said
'Now the mountain journey begins'!
It was faccinating
But harrowing the verges were
Guarded by concrete embankment
Over a tortuous route overlooking hanging valleys.

I was light
Perhaps having shedded
My load of earthly sins
I am going to xanadu
Enroute I still have an aesthetic distraction-
Some mountain tops gormandized by descending clouds
And wheeling along wire lines
Above in sky some sliding entities
Carrying humans to touch
The face of God.

Why couldn't I join them above?
Perhaps the taint of sin
Still lingered in me
Who arrive first didn't matter to me
But the purification which makes
Me free and sinless.

We at last arrived
A massive expanse of lush verdure
Dotted by bulls and horses
Grazing the greenery free from sin
Left and right were labyrinths
Of macamadized thoroughfares
Posh structures that look
Like presidential lodges and helipads,
Landing stations for cable cars
And all wore gallands of fine pine trees.

Then there's a thin haze
Carrying on its Wings some cold
When I looked right
I saw my wardrope
Turned left I saw my loo
I was trapped
In the world of a dream!