Death(Ikú) Poem by Muhammad Alhusama

Such scary spirit spearing with spear
he comes for heads hourglass in hand
waiting for last grain of sand to fall
like rigid stand of soldier at war.
For he collects soul with well practised
cut of his razor sharp blade in hand
Thy may not be a pleasant image
but t'is clear unmistakable.

He screechs like agon of "Iloye Iku
and rangs out like an Arawo's egg"
And when Iku fell upon locust bean
and locust bean fell prone to ground
Thy a spirit but feared frigate
Ewa! classy lady of her days,
at that time Iku joined in bed
for beauty, now a dirty dump

He is perhaps most recognized
entity of all and every time
neither a god and nor a ghost
but a psychopomp whose job is to
conduct dead's soul to Ehin iwa"
What is death than a gateway
to and beginning of afterlife?
Ti's stopwatch to all actions

Thy a spirit that full of eyes,
for when it's time for any soul
he stands at head of departing
one with drawn and sharpened sword
And to which clings a drop of gall
And the time when man sees a death,
he opens his mouth for Iku's drop
death is taste, taste is death

One who have one eye; a king
for all blinds of north and east
Most dreadful spirit is Eshu"
but for once he fought with death,
at that time he ate all sands.
Who among heads that it can't beat?
He's accuser and seducer
thy kills and knows every soul

He's human friend with silent poison!
The silken sad, uncertain rustling
of each purple curtain; he's rationale
Crumbling thunder of sea not its goal,
light only dazzles when about to off.
Warm food is for all earth's chum
death to us; deafening silence
but he's not the friendliest god

And for the day a man is born
and is the day he's liable die
He's placenta to young and old
thy a driver from Aye's market
to Orun's field; The God's palace.
To save from rot, we betakes drug
to save from gun; A bulletproof
to save from death, what to betake?

One who meets him knows him not,
one who knows him meets him not.
it's the death that leaves a fish
in contorted state like a ball.
Pharaoh was once a mighty king
but when that Iku slapped his face
and till today is like a doll.
Death; a faller of all sweetens

He's the nearest pal but disguised
Mine i lives with likewise yours
The nonstop headache of everyday,
for there he hides till sadistic.
The death, a fullstop to all actions
It is when Iku have not called
that one could sacrifice to all gods.
Brimful is life but thy moderates.