A MOONLESS NIGHT
Collins Chibunna Nwachukwu
There were days,
days when hunger silenced our thoughts,
thoughts of high density bright,
bright beautiful scenes,
scenes of hopes away
Doom would loom
Deaths sapping slaps simmering through our broken bones
Sirens of silence blown to revive black memories
For never shall this be spoken again in small suspended silence, never!
Many were those nights
Clouds wore blankets of grin
And the skies spoke nothing
Yet this night was one to remember
I was never a toddler
So the scenes passed before my sparkling eyes
Let mouths sue for joy
And tongues speak blessing
Let you, my foe, if there be, speak peace and love
For this night,
faithless and fated
Found me dumbest fool
As night wore me grief
He left, left, in that feet six
Alone he lay
Silent as the door knob
Covered by mud
His hand cold, his feet dry: dry,
In that moonless night.
Collins Chibunna Nwachukwu is a poet from Nigeria.
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