Nightfall - Poem by Simpa omoluabi
Nightfall is a mountain heap of ashes
for the day is a legendary bird.
Cinders sedating the world to slumber,
remains on which an enmassed sleep cashes,
the world at part-time death to be restored
with the sun, a remote sense of summer.
Aptly a day's the ebb of the legend
and night in this stance is a shepherd's end.
The fall of night is the shepherd's winter,
rainfall in chief places of underground,
rain seasons spent in a god's affection.
In rebirth the sun rises, a rebound
from the fall into depths of corruption.
A day's a remote ogbanje sister.
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