i am... then, <br />the fallen sparrow, <br />the broken pane, <br />the house where no one lives! <br />the worn out shoes, <br />the guitar in the closet, <br />the child with cancer <br />staring from the window... <br />the book signed and forgotten <br />beneath the pillow, <br />the shotgun in the corner, <br />eyes painted that hide. <br />the telephone that doesnt ring, <br />love stains on the sheet. <br />the old man trying to bum a cup of coffee, <br />and the young girl behind the counter <br />who takes him a cup. <br />the political prisoner, <br />his blood on the floor. <br />the refugee... his blood <br />on his face! <br />the heretic who turned away <br />and found the face of god. <br />the lover left alone, <br />the darkness of night.<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-then/
