It is death we fear-
That makes us write wills
He’s 16 and will give his all to Ibukun
At 18, a nameless stripper.
Death, forgive me-
For making jokes about you being
The elder brother of sleep-
Sleep is where dreams live.
You kill dreams.
You and sleep are not related.
Death doesn’t know who deserves him-
Doesn’t know anything.
That he wanted to propose-
That she’s an only child-
Or that the children are young.
Death is not a small thing,
It fills 79 by 24-inch caskets,
It fills 6 feet gallows,
It fills 25 thousand mile planets,
Death is not a small thing.
- Bio: Moyosore Orimoloye is an award-winning poet. Her twitter handle is @MoyoOrims