Response to Fiyinfoluwa Oladipo’s “Dusk”

Truly,
I’m lost in the middle of the sky
As the sun and moon
Of which you cry.
Are your brows raised for
For the sun and her scorches
Or for the moon and his little shine.
Who is oga-madam?
Is she the mother of a four-year old?
And what about the moths and their wings?
Are they among the galaxy?
What happened in the month of April?
Who will never come home?
Whose compound is it?
Who has gone crazy?
Of what sound do you speak?
Maybe, I’m lost or
maybe you’re
Fixing this puzzle, puzzles me,
Truly.

Tochi