<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Moonlight Swallowed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">poets do their best work, <br>with shovels by light of moon.<br>burying the unspeakable, <br>owls mumble o'er the grave.<br>and moonlight taunts, <br>with a flip of her hair, <br>sending fireflies to worship<br>in the naked trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the lies old men tell, <br>over bourbon and wars.<br>old bellies straining, <br>and eyes long dead.<br>while their women grieve, <br>over irons and burnt pots.<br>and the children plot, <br>with matches and wills.<br>a Wal-Mart cross necklace, <br>blood pressure, and sugar.<br>while boys with hard passion, <br>stare at girls with big breasts.<br>crippled by fear, <br>unable to talk or listen...<br>life races by, <br>in spasms of ego.<br>and hymns sung in graveyards<br>seem little to pay...<br>for the fire and the embers, <br>now ashes cold.<br>somewhere a baby is born, <br>an abandoned dog killed by a car.<br>one seeks for milk...<br>the other eaten by crows! <br>flags stained by pus, <br>lowered in reluctant protest.<br>while a single flower blooms, <br>on a mountain of garbage...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and poets, lest we forget, <br>look for hammers and nails, <br>ah... to build an ark! <br>moonlight... swallowed by clouds.</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=388402" data-title="Moonlight Swallowed de Eric Cockrell" data-description="poets do their best work, with shovels by light of moon. burying the unspeakable, owls mumble o'er the grave. and moonlight taunts, with a flip of her hair, sending fireflies to worship in the naked trees. the lies old men tell, over bourbon..."></div> </div> </div>

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