Words... (I Am)

words...
fall like bombs
on the straw huts
of the soul...
the sky of silence
torn by the colors of noise!

or silent epitaphs,
that only whales understand,
or perhaps elephants...
written on the inside of the turtle's shell.

spoke into being...
or being adorned,
with the trinkets of ownership...
do we choose?

what is language then?
should we ask the trees?
perhaps the mountains will tell.
the rivers only laugh!
does it have a smell?
a taste? a touch?
does it recognize identity?

spoke into being...
are we then spoke into death?
is the veil between paper thin?
is there a veil?

perhaps the only difference
between darkness and light
is vantage point...
where we stand in the shadows!

dogs bark, cats meow...
I Am!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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