Cocoon (Illusions)

illusions...
sand blown by the wind....
the reflection of fire

on the coldest of nights;
the cry of the empty rice bowl.
the violin played in an empty room.

sunlight glaring off fresh fallen snow.
the axe and the boots
standing alone in a corner...

the ticket takers through a glass window....
oil pumping into the mouths
of starving children....

the exploding bombs, bayonets
draped in bright colored flags.
the moment you give,

as if by accident;
and then steal away,
wrapped tight in your cocoon!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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