How Can I Not Know? Poem by Eric Cockrell
How Can I Not Know?
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how many of my actions
...are shallow graves,
for the children, unnamed,
and unborn....
how many of my thoughts
...are their tombstones,
standing, testifying
in the sun....
how many of my words
...are their epitaphs,
written with the greed
that feeds the self?
how many of my days
....at the expense of theirs,
and how can i not know,
or care?
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4/26/2024 3:01:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
interesting and emotional write..nice. -SG