Eric Cockrell Ballad Poems

with garbled tongues and mouths ablaze,
we walk this hallowed ground.
with angel's wings and demon's dreams,
trying to rhyme the holy sound.
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and the bodies of the children,
testify against the night.
we cover the graves, mechanical slaves,
never dividing wrong from right.
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down by the river, down on the street,
past the empty factory buildings,
smokestacks that no longer smoke.
past the run down tenements,
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