Love, Salvation, And Goats!

she said...
'i still love you as a person,
but not as a man...'
he was silent for a long moment...
and then answered,
'when we go off to war,
do we cut the arms off our enemies,
and leave the legs?
do we cut the legs off,
and leave the arms?
do we pluck out one of their eyes,
and cut off one of their testicles?
do we rip out their tongues,
and demand that they speak? '

she shook her head, crying softly...

'then, declare war on me! '

he walked out, slamming the door,
to sleep with the goats.
while she knelt under a bare lightbulb...
praying for the salvation of his soul!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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