Mid Night Call Poem by John Ugolo Umah
Mid Night Call
So I staggered towards the gate
with my sleepy eyes
footing with flip flop on
to answer to a call in midst of
the days dark times
when she called like the ghost
forgotten after wean
reaching the gate as I pull open
she stood like a forgotten apparition
with a male spook in white top with black below
that was the mid night call from
the friendly ghost called the
silent workers of good iniquities.
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