On this dirty patch
a tree once stood
shedding incense on the infant corn;
its boughs stretched across a heaven
brightened by the last fires of a tribe.
They sent surveyors and builders
who cut that tree
planting in its place
a huge senseless cathedral of doom.

by Kofi Awoonor

Comments (5)

I love this one too. It has numerous meanings for myself. I definately understand it. Though, ...I don't have a cell phone because I don't need one and I don't consider myself to be what I would call 'dumb whitted' or 'self obsorbed' or any sort. Your poems are great and I mean that. I very much enjoy reading them.
aww i liked it i agree many girls these days act stupid when their not or like hos that they dont have to be it doesnt take alot to find sum 1 to love so keep searchjin im sure youll find the right one
First-class rhyming. And hey, here's wishing the right girl comes your way even as we speak. (I'm addressing the speaker of the poem, by the way, Mr Lionheart. If that happens to be you, as I strongly suspect, then I certainly stand by this wish) . Nice to meet you. Warm regards, Gina.
if what you are saying is true, bravo. if not, it's still a wonderfull poem
Sweet sentiment. I feels a little primitive Paul, maybe because it has been buried a long time. Nice to hear you prefer brains! lol Both would be best! imo 10 from Tai