Make your own free website on Tripod.com
POEMS BY OZIOMA ONUZULIKE
GROUNDNUT

Home

PERSONAL STATEMENTS | "WEEKEND SEX" WITH GOLD CIRCLE CONDOM | YEAR 2000 | WHER ARE THE TRUTH'S PEOPLE? | TRUTH | THE ROAD TO NSUKKA | RE-CREATION | GROUNDNUT | YOUTH | NEW DEMOCRACY | HEALING | MILLENNIUM SONG | WINGLESS TERMITES | EMPTY RITUAL | MIRAGE | OKADA | METAMORPHOSIS | TIMING | COUGH | DOGS AND THEIR WATER IN BROKEN POTS | BURDEN OF THE SONGBIRD | NIGHT FLIGHT TO LAGOS | RETRURING POLITICIANS | THE WATCHMAN | EARTH AND THE MADMAN

 
 

Unbriddled servant of the creator

Spreading potent webs that

Trap meat for the earth.

 

Bottled in taut spaces,

Like the Uli artists' cuddling segments,

The walls of your house

Are weaved with the wefts and warps

Of lyrical strings-

Strings the length of our palm's seal

Unforgeable by the wisest of serpents.

 

Fried: sounds like coconut between

hungry teeth.

Cooked: strikes those humming notes of

a drunkard.

 

Nsukka, 1995

Copy right by Ulonka and Ozioma Onuzuluike, 2002

tiltleafropoets.gif