Death by the Night

By the day, there was no query

But by the crescents of dawn

The owls’ hoots burst

And the hyenas came by their songs and took the

Meaning of them.

By the blossoms of the stars

They howled the airs around.

And there came the mother owl

Asking why they cried

And father hyena:

“The village’s tombs are to be increased

And no need for the qualms”.

Then by the cowries

Stood the fortune teller:

“The night is dead”

And the night shall cry

And the darkness to be torn by touch lights

And the stars still twinkling

Far cries of the valleys yell

Death by the night!

Complex versions

Night burial, night songs

And night stories:

‘Mushiba! Death singers!

Let their eyes burst

And their feathers break

And their furs swell.

Mushiba! Death signatories!

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Published by

Edrissa Ken-Joof

The author is a Ph.D. candidate majoring in Management at Yuan Ze University, College of Management, Taiwan. He has a master's degree in International Affairs and Security Management from Ming Chuan University, Taiwan and a bachelor's degree in Political Science and English from the University of The Gambia.

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