Deep green, my testament, as I forage
through this forest of vanished glories,
my memory one shell of naked echoes
Roots have shriveled in
earth's heat-harassed crypt
blighted leaves float in the wind
like flakes of careless scars
Long-limbed lumbermen have
laid low the loins of the land;
the Yes-I birds have left
with their rainbow songs
The desert marches towards the sea,
a haughty, implacable army . . .
Once (not too long ago)
I talked to trees in this forest
and trees talked back to me,
Deep green
NIYI OSUNDARE
Niyi Osundare was born in 1947 in Ikere-Ekiti, Nigeria. He is a prolific writer and highly valued literary critic. In December 2014, Osundare was awarded the Nigerian National Merit Award (NNMA) for academic excellence.
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