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The sun left her sky so fast
And her moon vanished under groans
Of lustful beasts and hungry wolves
That eclipsed day,
Did she pray
For life to end suddenly
And the invading pains with it?
Did she close her eyes in shame
And await the final thrust?
Did she wish for thunder
To roast the Judas on her?
And when all is done,
Justice or not,
She shall weep on lonely nights
Phantom phallus between thighs
As she hopes for small mercies
Of hope to heal bleeding soul.
meet the poet: Adeola Opeyemi
