Eric Cockrell Ashes Poems

it took ashes...
for me to draw
a picture of your living
in black and white...
...

when i die,
you can burn
this body,
and take the ashes
...

dead bird lying
in a wicker cage.
hands on the old clock...
...... stopped!
...

they dress for the slaughter,
in thousand dollar suits.
faceless and colorless,
spinning webs of deceit.
...

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break out the windows,
kick down the doors!
stack all the old furniture...
...

if love be this house
of flesh and scars...
this pathway made of living.
the bridge of doing and done,
...