A wandering flutist
Stopped to eulogize an Iroko;
This Iroko has no branch for birds to perch
No leaves to shelter strangers
Yet it stood
With the skulls of those who tried clenching to it but fell.
with his legs wide apart like a drunk madman
His eyes dim- like a ghost making love to the wind,
He touched the body of the iroko
Trying hard to find words
for you do not appease a nameless ghost.
Iroko has no bark to heal the grasses that shed him from erosion
It’s source of water were the blood of those tiny vines that waited upon it to hang their dirty linings
And died of too much patience.
Flutist began again :
This time calling on those who’d pass by
To bring their idea on how best to roast a hairless Goat
But all that answered were apparitions agitating for funeral rites
With dirges on their footstep.
If you help find a soothsayer
Who can pick tears from seawater
Tell him, somewhere in a forest
Lay a flutist with broken whistle and cracked lips
Seeking the best way to roast a hairless animal.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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kelechukwu Njionye is a budding spoken word poet and fashion designer,
with the stage name uchenjie, presently residing in Aba, Abia state
Nigeria. He believes Art is the best form of Expression.