Soul Holes Poem by Smoky Hoss

Holes in the head.
Holes in the heart.
Holes in the sun,
'till the whole thing blows apart -

Holes in the pockets.
Holes in the boat.
Spend lives bailing water,
and barely stay afloat -

Holes in our dreams.
Holes in our plans.
Holes in the cold ground waiting,
for every woman and man -

That old sun's
a big hole in the sky,
and like all below
it too shall come to die -

The whole universe
is a hole-filled place,
holes just waiting to be filled
with a holy grace -