Grieving Nails, Humanity's Coffin (For Gary Snyder) Poem by Eric Cockrell

Grieving Nails, Humanity's Coffin (For Gary Snyder)

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trees cut,
to widen the road,
homeless owls and spiders,
marching heads down.
napalm rivers,
tainted with oils,
spilling from the lips
of a beaten lover!
empty chants,
smokestack curls...
the body of the wolf,
in the ditch by the road.
fucking terror, endless noise,
souls lost in shards of tires,
silent goodbyes....

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