The Flesh Of Hunger Poem by Eric Cockrell

The Flesh Of Hunger



listen...
the sound you hear
is the sound of

your own heart,
crying out for the
embrace of all others...

a child, nursing
at the breast of humanity,
knowing only mother,

womb, and breast...

the smell on your breath,
the stink of human need;
the taste on your lips,

the flesh of hunger!

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