the scriptures i hallow... <br />the newborn baby's cry, <br />the chant of fresh turned earth. <br />the grey echo of emptiness <br />in abandoned farmhouses. <br />the beat of darkness, <br />of the homeless streets. <br />the scent of freedom, <br />caught behind prison bars. <br />the cat's claw, the robin's egg, <br />hardened desire, and fertile wetness. <br />the needle broken, the spicket rusted, <br />the candle half burned down. <br />the hunger bowl filled, <br />the silence when all gunfire stops, <br />the sound of dirt on the casket!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scriptures-i-hallow/
