Morning Dews

riverbank of tears collected in the traversing memories of yore trace tribal incisions on my face: signpost of mother’s dawn hassles to keep me alive alive, now you have gone to embrace your siblings departed in twilight of their morning dews you left without a word, a word to keep me collected in remembrance, but death, you are not brave do not think you are brave? you could not dare make the call when strong bones were are at alert death, you are not a friend you are an adversary no one will welcome you with kola nuts death, the unwelcome guest, you crashed in to take when no one invited you make up your face in shame your eyelids reveal you as a failed project.