Eric Cockrell

Black Caskets - Poem by Eric Cockrell

abandoned boxcars,
shanty towns, and tents...
tumbleweed blown across the land.

day work, no work,
cigarettes, roll your own,
keep a fire under the pot!

old cars rusting,
just left by the road...
women and babies bathing

in service station sinks.
desperate hunger,
knock down the clerk,

grab the cash and run...
while ghostlike cities moan
and groan in the sun....

smokestacks still write epitaphs,
black caskets in a line!

Comments about Black Caskets by Eric Cockrell

  • (12/28/2011 11:41:00 AM)

    Poverty will always rule, as long as the fat cats
    have their way.
    May i invite you to read my new poem called,
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 28, 2011

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