Chinua's Fallen Quill
Among lesser men are gods Aye though few yet remain Through the glass I cast gaze across time and age to see yet how many ever were and are With their name in the eternal wind I listen and gander into the solid light A single loud name flies from a few Silent and loud in my frail drums Chinua, chinua, and yea I nod A thespian god of line and poetry But Lo I heard in the wind in the night Chinua's godly gold quill is fallen His corporeal quill his mortal hand He has passed over the silver seas Into the land of my forebears past Ferried by Charon for no coin While others pay in silver and gold Chinua my father lo tho I see him Sitting at table with Homer and them Drinking in verse the philosopher's mead With Ken Saro Wiwa an immortal alike Aye Chinua'a quill be fallen and yet his hand But he remains still alive in time Breathing to bear from the paper scrolls My son and my son's son will one day hear And sing a poetic song for prai