Eric Cockrell

By Unmarked Graves.... - Poem by Eric Cockrell

i read the labels of soup cans,
the poetry of mechanized food.
while children starve in the back seats,
of cars up on blocks.
and cell phones pray with neon glow,
to the souls of the fathers
buried in unemployment lines.
heartless bastards wave numbing flags,
guarding the border, masks and rifles cocked.
bars on the windows of pregnant schools,
where freedom unravels with sterile yawns.
the fields are quiet, bodies decompose...
crows pick fruit from trees long dead.
microwave Jesus's fill plastic bowls
with fingers severed from forgotten hands.
live or die, most choose death!
young lovers taunt roaches on motel walls.
the wheels of justice groan in the heat,
and darkness erect, prophesies.
the labels of soup cans,
and the brim of old hats!
leaving only tongues left naked
by unmarked graves!

Comments about By Unmarked Graves.... by Eric Cockrell

  • Juan Olivarez (7/13/2012 8:53:00 AM)

    A sad state of affairs indeed. strong and powerful words. (Report) Reply

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  • (7/12/2012 10:56:00 AM)

    A really hard hitting poem, like it.
    A great write.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 12, 2012

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