Eric Cockrell


I'Ll Help You Dig! - Poem by Eric Cockrell

i studied revolution in jail cells,
got my education on the streets.
sold my soul to the devil,
more than once...
prayed for rain with the best of them!
met god down on the corner,
gave him a cup of coffee and a light.
spent all night in lonesome graveyards,
listening to the voices of the dead.
worked your assembly lines,
did your farm work.
hauled trash and emptied bedpans.
crawled in and out of the window of love,
been a fool a thousand times.
all i know is all men are my brothers,
women are my sisters and my mothers.
if it hurts you, baby, it hurts me too,
pass the shovel, i'll help you dig!


Comments about I'Ll Help You Dig! by Eric Cockrell

  • (8/12/2012 10:03:00 PM)


    Eric, wonderful poem on the people on the streets, who have learned through the terrible hard and sad experience of life. I like to reflect them in my poems, though I do not get much response to such poems. Let them laugh, as people try to hide their hurt and ignorance with non syllabic fixed smile and you don't bother! Good! (Report) Reply

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (8/12/2012 9:46:00 PM)


    Sounds as if you've been around the block a few times...I never knew it was you I kept passing on that same block...Excellent Penning, Eric...Simpatico! ~FjR (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 12, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, August 13, 2012


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