Kiss Of The Dead

old train hurtles by,
carrying the ghosts of...
the vacant,
...the dispossessed,
......the evicted,
.........the forgotten,
.............the expendable.

rattling the tracks,
with the rhythm of yesterday,
on the way to tomorrow,

beyond
...the
.....far
.......ho rizon.

and the hawk that flies overhead,
can find no flesh, no blood....

the tombs of the living
silently testify....
the kiss of the dead

lingers on my lips!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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