September 2010 Update
PLANTS
for Ajum Syl
© Emmanuel Jakpa
Have I conspired with the plants
to soften your hearts,
away from the hostility around?
gun powder and the typhoon.
I wore a white shirt,
with a pair of white trainers.
And the tall trees behind me
are all fresh with leaves,
as if it’s a picture for something else.
The meaning of green, and all
it implies, the beauty of growth,
the richness of light,
this consciousness, we are born into,
part of our flesh, and bones,
this circle of nutrients,
born into all of this, witnesses
to this terrible innocence,
like the elbow of Gaul in the clay.
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