Eric Cockrell Poems

i am a heathen
walking among the heathen.
i am at home
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i am nothing more
than a thousand slivers
of broken glass,
in a deserted alley
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through thorn and thistle,
through storms at sea,
across miles of desert....
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tick tock, growling thunder,
fire falling from the sky....
the ghosts of death
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the Tea Party,
modern day Pharisees,
waving flags, and
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last prayer tendered,
long veil pulled back;
i take you, without asking,
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if you've never known hunger,
how could you know?
if you've never been homeless,
how could you know?
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i cant hear you.....
she turned her head,
and he walked away...
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i cant kill any more children
in the name of oil....
cant starve any more people
in the name of wealth.
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i feel very fortunate to be able
to write, and to share my thoughts
and feelings
i also feel a responsibility to write
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