The Wetness.... Poem by Eric Cockrell
The Wetness....
when the shells are spent,
and the bodies lay quiet.
when the ravens full,
lumber in stillness.
when the spider's web is full,
the felled tree rotted.
when ants stagger in drunken delirium.
when the cat's claw is broken,
the window painted over.
and the name of the logs
forgotten by fire...
all that's left, all that remains,
the trail and the scent of the wetness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/23/2024 6:26:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great poem and so true