The Meaning Of Life Poem by Eric Cockrell

doth molten steel have a memory,
a sense of past and future?
does the tree shout for joy or weep,
when it's cut down and into firewood?
does the river have a destination?
does the moth call the flame god?
does the dirt thrown on the grave
whisper kind words of farewell?
does the unconceived baby remember dying?
doth not god shutter at the name god?
do the funeral and the wedding dance arm in arm?
does the tear sound like laughter before it's cried?
is anger gentle when no one is looking?
did darkness weep when man 'discovered' fire?
is not war just a contraceptive?
is not the question the answer?
be not death the meaning of life?