Matters Of The Wings Poem by Adeoye Adetoba

Plantains are left
To the decisions of the birds
In the town of Ijesha.
The people interfered not
In the matters of the wings
Than to expand their stores
Threatened asunder by bounty harvest.

As seasons rolled into seasons
And time changing faces and countenances
With the rising and setting of the sun,
The birds are now hunted.
Their meats condemned into the pool
Of hot groundnut oil to gladden the tongue.

Plantain, the matters of the wings,
Now stand firmly on the market stalls.