In My Leaving a Legacy

 

I do not want death to beseech me

I do not want to be held to the ground,

In stillness, to kiss the soil 

and taste the roots of trees

 

The house of my memory,

At the palm wine junction,

With concrete foundations is to stand.

With singing voices, over highlife and jazz

Drenched in the sweet nectar of palm juice

My name should resound.