O' Baobab

O' Baobab! O' Baobab! O' Baobab Ace of the furnace, finest of the dynasty You strut your breast high And ply strain against the yearn, Against the fire, the desire for sigh Haughty, you stand, before the salvo slivers of the sun Arms spread, nerve unturned Embracing every lance, every pierce Skin dread, you bleed yet your yells seek no heed Under the cascade of your tears Blooms the stalk of your poise O' Baobab! O' Baobab! O' Baobab Architect of the tart, tingling tickle of the buccal The drooling sour of the pulp off your carpel Is a zinger sinking the dimple The sensation is a finger rubbing in linger The friction burns, and man quests to quench He has haggard the mesh of your flesh With cold steel, to rung him to his feel Laden, you stand, trodden, bloody Yet you draw no blame off your scabbard In the thick your girth cradles to the elixir of life O' Baobab! O' Baobab! O' Baobab Talon of the earth, felon beyond girth The chromel claws of your toes Rattles brutal before all foes With the sickle curl of your blades You plow into the crust Plunging deep into forbidden zones Shredding flesh and bone alike Crumbs of quartz make tell of your sovereignty You even defy to tap the orange of the molten core O' Baobab! O' Baobab! O' Baobab Titan of the land, on whose shoulder I stand In the dreary clutter of squalls You nod not your boughs In the sheer wreathing of every gush You kiss wary to your arms Of the temptation of submission And pride in the flaunt of the alchemic gem Enshrined in your eternal esteem The fractals of lightning stripes sleeping in your back Wardrobe legends of pluck O' Baobab! O' Baobab! O' Baobab Sender of omens, harbour of numens The hunger in the divorce of your jaws Opens portals to the soul of the land In the gloom of your yawned mouths Blooms caves, oracles and shrines Homes to genies of the land Predators of whirls across sands And Grantors of the will of the hand In the swell of your monstrous shade Dwells the concord of all life forces The unison of voices and the accord of choices O' Baobab! O' Baobab! O' Baobab Bulb of the vale, whale of the dale The wrought plumage of your skin Is a sheen dispersing lines of shine Along every trail of the fine of sine Every ray veils you eiffel of the vale The raven greed in the spread of your arms Into the vast vicinity of the heavens The naked of your neon deciduous strip And the turnip ripe of your promiscuous hip Is a whip on the optic lobe, a fab off every lip O' Baobab! O' Baobab! O' Baobab Guru wama guru , teller of every tale First of the lands, last to the sands When the brooks of breath raise dust And the rocks of robust thirst lay hearth When whirls of despair sweep cross the sands And trails of dearth haunt the lands When the wells of sweat run out And the swells of anguish pop out Life will inch unto and ski on the ice of your shade Rise its chalice high, toss cheers to your kingdom come O' Baobab! O' Baobab! O' Baobab Hoary hose of ecstasy, wholly rose of fantasy The carpet fall of your spring flowers Powers the native girl child The grace in the way she picks up every bundle In the rainbow hem stitched by the throng of thrilled butterflies She plucks off the white of every petal to unwrap it In the warming care of her supple palms She rests and sways it, against her bosom With gratitude written in her smile The little being sitting in every flower Gives barbie no chance into the girl's heart