Questions I Ask Myself...

whose voice do you hear?
whose blood by the door?
whose body before you,
lifeless in the night?

are you then prayer,
the reason for prayer,
or the answer?

whose tremble in your hands?
whose guilt etched in your face?
whose give did you take?
whose mouth left hungry?

are you then forgiveness,
the reason for forgiveness,
or the need?

whose god did yours kill?
whose sons did your war murder?
whose plate did you steal from?
whose blanket do you wear?

are you then salvation,
the reason for salvation,
or past the point of being saved?

questions i ask myself,
late at night!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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