The Earth, Our Home

dissolving...
we lay down our bodies
etched in stone,

the night sky lit up
by shells exploding,
and falling stars...

time spent,
final payment in
sweat and blood...

packages wrapped in flesh,
without a name or a bow...
struck against the flint,

spark to spark,
dissolving in each other's mouths,
leaving the taste of smoke.

your heart, my heart,
no distance, no seperation...
we crumble like fallen leaves

into the earth, our home!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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