In Their Veins Poem by Eric Cockrell

In Their Veins

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sleep with the weeping ones,
and walk in their shoes...
their faces always before me,
i feel the cuts on their fingers.
i hear the gutteral voices of suffering,
too naked to speak words.
my blood runs in their veins,
and theirs in mine!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marieta Maglas 13 August 2012

well expressed poem-touching..

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Dave Walker 13 August 2012

Like it quiet haunting, a fantastic poem.

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