Night Poem by Tony Adah

Under this cloud
Of opaque distances
Between man and man
Swimmers swim,
Backsliders-
A horde that the day
Had long purified.
The world here
Is captured and shackled by slumber
And wobbling integrity is lost
To the moon
Half cast in the sky.
It is time to walk nude
Like a beast
And steal lika a goat
In the blindness
Of the night's eye.
Here it looks like
All we owe the world
All we owe daylight
Has become a bad debt.