A Room... (You Dare Not Enter) Poem by Eric Cockrell

there is no hope among vagabonds,
infidels' prayers return 'address unknown'.
Jesus rode a donkey to India,
to burn incense by Buddha's grave.
while Magdalene wept,
in her childbearing bed,
for the sound of small feet unheard...
so then must love betray,
the bed defiled by neglect?
as the tears of hunger fall
on pillows creased by ghosts!
the throb no more,
than the heart inside walls,
of the room you dare not enter!