<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387887" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Howling</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the pregnant lion, the burning bush, <br> the hammered flute, well gone dry.<br> without a prayer, the eagle falls<br> in blackened cinders to the earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> the food stamp mom, her head down, <br> children stare with blank milky eyes.<br> there's another man down in the project, <br> news at five, news at five.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> deserted smokestacks stare at an angry sky, <br> buildings filled with rats and ghosts.<br> abandoned cars, abandoned lives, <br> old gas pumps rusting in the wind....</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> and the wind blows and howls, <br> ripping shingles from empty houses, ...<br> breaking limbs from trees long dead; <br>drowning out the sound of children's voices....</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> slamming doors and breaking windows, <br> carryng the fated owl to the eaves.<br>blowing at my back like the fires of hell, <br> blowing in my face with the freedom of loss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> the pregnant lion, the burning bush, <br> the hammered flute, well gone dry.<br> without a prayer, the eagle falls<br>in blackened cinders to the earth....</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> and no one hears....no one feels...<br> the lone wolf howling....<br> the spirits of death howling...<br> the eyes of God, ... howling!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387887" data-title="Howling de Eric Cockrell" data-description="the pregnant lion, the burning bush, the hammered flute, well gone dry. without a prayer, the eagle falls in blackened cinders to the earth. the food stamp mom, her head down, children stare with blank milky eyes. there's another man down..."></div> </div> </div>

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