Iroko
By John Jimoh
Even the gods are greedy
Possessing the beauty of
Creation as though their
Saintly heritage
Casting fear and howling
Threats to squeeze the milk
Of the wood from our shrine
The man is robbed by his deity
Pulling sympathy from the screams
Of the Iroko tree with bleeding
Leaves that leave nothing but
Exploits in the gods to make a
Basque musical implement of
The jingles of the wood and
Smiling at man with the many
Pews that is hewn from it as they
Nod their heads to the sweet
Melody that whispers from the boards
Under our thatched roof with the
Wood coating the floor as base
This wood so hard and robust
Kissing and sharing romance with
The West coast tropical teak that
Metamorphoses into elegance like
The woman in her fresh and virgin spot
Shedding her color to reddish brown
This dreadful tree with revered
Appellation of chlorophora excelsa
Kneads buoyancy to its worshippers
With its sacred fibers offering
Benches to Our Lady of peace Basilica
And entrusting the titanic boat a mystery
Of fittings in structure, great and historic
The height, the mulberry, the values compel!
© Copyright 2018 John Jimoh. All rights reserved.
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