liturgy.... <br />black coffee, <br />old hands opening boxes. <br />sweeping the floor <br />of the soul. <br />words shaped like photographs <br />made of wind and tears. <br />simple things... <br />simple doings! <br /> <br />the same shovel <br />digs the grave, <br />digs in the garden. <br />barefoot, <br />and half naked, <br />no need for words, <br />no fears to console. <br />live without regrets, <br />leave it all on the table. <br />do the work, and move on. <br /> <br />dont be the hollow religious image, <br />a body that has no love, <br />a love that has no body. <br />dont be so quick to wash your hands, <br />the dirt neath your nails <br />is your heritage! <br />liturgy... <br />black coffee, <br />and touching, <br />the shovel, and the axe!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/liturgy-3/
