Eric Cockrell


I Am... (Tongue) - Poem by Eric Cockrell

i am...
the tongue that sleeps inside the mouth.
the erection that falls on darkened alone.
the crack of thunder over distant hills.
the simple prayer of a child in need.
the whore, the thief, and the addict.
the liar who leads running from himself.
the young girl sold in the cattle stalls.
the shot fired before guilt could breathe.
the hammer, the nails, and hands that know.
the woman giving birth, her screams, her desire.
the fallen priest, and the migrant worker.
the truck loaded with a lifetime's ghosts.
the father, the mother, and the empty house.
the well run dry, the roof that leaks.
the willow tree, and the mockingbird.
the citizens killed by the armed squad.
the activist buried without a word.
the woman strong, the man bent and broken.
the tears of an unknown god
falling on the earth scorched and smoking!

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  • Silver Star - 3,772 Points Dave Walker (4/17/2012 4:12:00 PM)

    Great work, a fantastic poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 17, 2012


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