reflecting on man's last bed.
seeing man's last bed
i laugh in my crying
knowing i am crying
with deep rancour
believing, seeing him dressed
in white cheap linen for night-gown
flat on right, between thin
hard earth, turning in sleep hinderred
his miniature, knee lenth bed
has ceiling as he had
with though this, fire-wood
tocushion the roofing of hard-sand
what effort, what strength could
if thought reflect to break
from the Angels if found
wanting....Dark
The past (yesterday) was dark
like the mother's womb
Today may be something
To breathers of today, as it remain nothing
Tommorow dark
not yet known
what womb of tomb
hold.
By
Aminu Muhammad Hussain
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reflecting on man's last bed.
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