Grieving Nails, Humanity's Coffin (For Gary Snyder)

trees cut,
to widen the road,
homeless owls and spiders,
marching heads down.
napalm rivers,
tainted with oils,
spilling from the lips
of a beaten lover!
empty chants,
smokestack curls...
the body of the wolf,
in the ditch by the road.
fucking terror, endless noise,
souls lost in shards of tires,
silent goodbyes....

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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