Death Lark Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Death says
Do not smile to me
Your glow of beauty
Nor caress me
Your radiance skin
Do not whisper
With your glowing lips
Have had many time thro

And he did grasp

Death says
Do not weave words
That swells the head
Nor compose me an ode
For I have devoured poets
And it shall only boil me
But I say to death
I am a poison
Have me then-

And he did left

Murmuring
No mortal shall command me
But later came
And did grasp