TWO MORNINGS IN A NIGHT

My ears twitch
To the sound of a new morning:
Laughter,
Mourning

Howbeit that I hear
Two sounds in a morning?
Sounds, each from different paths
Meeting at the junction of my morning

When did pain
With its blindfold
Find its way to humour
And still not loose its mien

Only a mind bereft of reality
Could combine
Such great enemies
Yet I hear the sounds loud and clear

Laughter, no,
more like twain, shrill voices of laughter.
Wailing voices, yes,
Voices; more female than male

Could it be?
That my dreams
led me to my morning,
A morning of mourning

A handful of laughter
Drowned in a pool, nay,
An ocean of mourning voices
But what be this disorder?

An answer
Like a flash
My dreams, nay, not dreams
I did watch it happen

Abiku, she gave up her breath
For the promise of shrill laughter
Two promises she held in her belly
Till she heard them laugh

Life begins, with hope like a morning
And ends, silent like the night
If this were true
Then my morning; mourning and laughter

Is two mornings in a night.

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