Blackout Poem by Oghenero Benefit Evabeta

Laide,
Remember what mama told us the other day,
As we sat magnificently
Brooding like waiting children.

The moon was the goddess; caged,
The light was her gift;
Perhaps curse upon the night,
Hands on arms thrilled as the trees whistle.

The tale of the nighty night,
Bimpe to tears birth with fright;
Whispers of shadows casting fear,
The ghostly ride of the hooting owl.

I lament the birth of that day,
'blackout' mama had said: deadly we all can see,
Zombies on the run: close your windows,
Shut your doors; we live with the virus.