In the sorrow of the night,

the stars cut me with the blade

and yelled why,

and satan held his spade

Memories punch my medulla,

there’s my father’s coffin,

I thought,

what if I poison his food?

No his spirit roars my name

Nightmares!

Richie’s face,

my baby brother,

frozen in the fridge

Now wonder my name

is in the book of death!

                                     By Kakraba Afful