He was here

He was here—
When God  spread the sun at the sky
Also, when God set the moon in the sky,
 

He laughed  betwixt  the  spread and the set:
He laughed at the sunrise,
Also, smiles at the gathering of the cloud.

When the moon splashed beautiful brightness,
With its blistering  beam at dim
He was there;

Bur when God took the sun at the dusk
And when the moon blinked for a farewell
He has gone,

He has gone
When the sound of early morning chicken mocked my ears,
Even when I emptied the seashore in search.

He has gone
When I swept the floor of Misebbo
Even when I tore down the Tukpa bridge

He has gone when I rinsed the dusty soil of Benin Republic.
Even when I rend the garment of Nigeria border.

He was not here–
When I emptied the dirty sea of Tukpa 
Even when I raised the floor mat of existence.