Lullaby By Michael Echeruo

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i

now the sun goes down 

into the valley 

beyond the palms; 

the broods will be returning.


soon the last cock will crow, 

the last clay-pot be stowed,

and the fifth finger licked.


sheep and dogs and kids 

beside the hearth

sleep beyond all reproach


ii

let fireflies By

in your eyes

by the playground sands 

under a quarter of the moon.

iii

the sun has died again 

in the dark valley

beyond our loves,

beyond the high-arched roots 

of the demon-tree.


then it was your afternoon 

and love was in your eyes.


now the sun has set:

the virgin moon is out again- 

a most maidenly quartermoon.

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