Scared!
A whistle slips through the hole
And becomes a breath
Everything becoming unusual
Like everything that takes credit for fear!
Sun melting the cloud
Sky deserting her home
Far above, a bunch of galaxies dangles
Hanging on threads of polite winds
Sun and moon perching upon roofless skies
Dangling simultaneously with the stars
Shadows deserting bodies
Silhouettes gaining sinews
Nightfall fleeing downwards
Days becoming like brick houses
Refusing to break
No times no seasons
Stars jingling like church bells
Fear!!!
Of sun loosing her grips and crashing
We will all burn. burn!
Round d world, skies are walls
And inside, are dark hollow holes
A crossing over is death
She stands akimbo
Veiled in d apparel of snow
The wind smoking a pipe billowing dusts
Star kissing her lover, striking a fire
Igniting a kaleidoscope of lightning
Of crimson n blue flames and sulfur
A sound escapes from the hole
Rising and suspending
Like the striking of bare feet upon pedals
A whistle slips through the hole
And becomes a breath
It was death, breathing her last.

Source: http://www.rapportnaija.com/2016/04/poetry-death-by-bridget-olufunmi.html