In A Forbidden Tongue... Poem by Eric Cockrell

they set their dogs
on some poor creature...
sitting on hell's stoop,
drinking budweisers and smoking pall mall's.
dirt faced kids playing with broken glass...
god dreams of napalm,
while rats sing of glory!

and old men with erections
write journels of philosophy;
while old women knit graveclothes,
grounded in scriptures and wills.

still young men go to war,
without rhyme or reason....
lost in the musk of wonder,
in a cave with no lantern.

did god thus ordain the cruelty of men,
or did dysfunctional men so ordain god?
while that which breathes, suffers, and bleeds,
seeps into the grasses like forgotten dew.

i light a marlboro, pray for bourbon,
grieve for their dogs...
with arthritic fingers,
and webbed feet... in a forbidden tongue!