The Weaver Bird By KOFI George Awoonor-Williams

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 The Weaver Bird

By

KOFI George Awoonor-Williams

The weaver bird built in our house

And laid its eggs on our only tree 

We did not want to send it away 

We watched the building of the nest

And supervised the egg-laying. 

And the weaver returned in the guise of the owner 

Preaching salvation to us that owned the house 

They say it came from the west 

Where the storms at sea had felled the gulls

And the fishers dried their nets by lantern light 

Its sermon is the divination of ourselves 

And our new horizons limit at its nest 

But we cannot join the prayers and answers of the communicants. 

We look for new homes every day,

For new altars we strive to re-build 

The old shrines defiled from the weaver's excrement.