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The Flesh Of Hunger
listen...
the sound you hear
is the sound of
your own heart,
crying out for the
embrace of all others...
a child, nursing
at the breast of humanity,
knowing only mother,
womb, and breast...
the smell on your breath,
the stink of human need;
the taste on your lips,
the flesh of hunger!
poem
by
Eric Cockrell
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