Sentinel Poetry Magazine January 2003


Chika O. Okeke


Thinker

I sat on a hill
And screamed God's name
And heard the echoes ripple
Through granite and beams
Of ancient iroko

I sit under the moon
Beside the sun
And fail to pluck the stars
From the palmnut head
Of the heavens.



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