Eric Cockrell Voices Poems

i dance with animals in the night,
run naked with trees,
and drink strong moonlight.
i sing with the rocks,
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addiction...
the whore that takes
the last gasp of soul's breath
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how many times will we turn to the wind
and hear the voices of the children?
how many bodies, how many graves,
before we forgive and are forgiven?
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our love is spillt
onto winter's dead earth.
amid the rubble of
decaying leaves, and
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