Poem: “The Cathedral” by Kofi Awoonor

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The Cathedral

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.

— Kofi Awoonor

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