Eric Cockrell


I Am... (Human Heart Beating) - Poem by Eric Cockrell

i am...
the silent tomb that has no face.
the burnt edges of the holy book.
the hand that fits the yearning hand.
the light inside the shadow.
the cross carried without a murmur.
the house built out of simple things.
the grandchild, and the old dog.
the plane dropping medicine
instead of bombs.
the oil rig shut down and deserted.
moonlight on the ocean calm.
straw huts burning with devouring fire.
lines of women and children going nowhere.
the stock market crash, and the day after.
big trucks shut down, and markets bare.
familes joined together to share the little.
the wind crying freedom's hidden name.
white skin, brown skin, black skin one.
the human heart beating, red and raw!

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Comments about I Am... (Human Heart Beating) by Eric Cockrell

  • (4/17/2012 4:08:00 PM)


    You are... The Man, with your I Am poems, love them.
    They make really great reading. Another great one.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 17, 2012



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