Kiss Of The Dead
E
Eric Cockrell
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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
.......horizon.
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!
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