Bonny Island
Bonny Island
You, who are drunk on the palm wine
of the mighty Atlantic’s eternal fatuity
laugh and make vain in perpetuity
her attempts to blot you out of sight
Daily taunt the thundering waves
whose fury rises several storeys high
but succumb with a crash at your feet
returning fully spent and shamefaced!
Whose palms grow into the heavens
and bow to the earth like rainbows
or, trebuchets of the most bizarre kind
when heavy with ripe fruits and nuts
Who, in defiance to the year-round rain
always has her head above the deluge
bask in the ageless futility to drown you;
instead, nourish your rich vegetation
Arise, for you have slumbered too long
and severely lag in your so many firsts
you glory today at a handful of grains
while Vultures feast on your tomorrow
Arise, for gone are the good old days
when tradewinds brought you cowries
Guineamen are long and forever gone
now, you must create your own winds!
Sept. 30, 2018
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