DEATH IS A COWARD, by IFEOLUWA OLUWANIRAN

-death approaches in white fleeting garment
-I reproach it absent lament
-it takes me on a journey of vanity
-I call it to a call of Clarity.

-death, come and take me!
-thou mortal that tends to take-
-the immortalised Me.
-death arise with a mortal
-but I asked for its pestle
-and he said…

-death runs at my sight
-it flees at my scent
-death I dare you to take me
-but I’m sure you can’t exist without a Me.

-you live because I live
-I am not threatened with your pestle-
-without a mortal
-because I am the immortal absent Nestle.

-you’ll kill Me?
-kill Me and My womb will put forth
-kill Me and My child will be fourth
-mortality is a war I’ve fought
-so I belong to the fort.