Death Do Die Poem by Adeniran Joseph

DEATH DO DIE

The fear of everything begins from your eyes,
How you walk into waters to be safe from prey,
And how your hands couldn't hold your tears,
As they tear you into waste of broken glasses,
Telling you how death shut itself into silence,
That made humans' bodies run to another city.
How do we kill ourselves beneath sickness?
When the going get tough like wanting to die,
Still, death may not come. It only whispers;
Its medicine of breaking your bones and hands,
Telling you how he became a flower planted,
In the body of memories that hold their future,
Amdist of running blood where life itself dies.
Whenever my shadow sleeps, the wind stops!
Winds do die. But its memories don't die too.
They are places death sees and run into fire,
Places with four eyes breathing of many scars,
Like a dead bottle echoing through each body.
There is a way death do die without breaking:
Its body becomes thick waters of darkness,
Spreading over the body of a forgotten soul,
Now, the body becomes a home of silence.
Don't run away from your body cos of death,
'Cause death also taste death too.