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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 28, 2018

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Submitted: January 28, 2018




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!


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