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The Name Of God
that which you throw away,
carried off to your dumps.
to be burned in petroleum fires....
just missing the mouths
of your shadowy conscience,
the faces staring back
from your mirror,
the hands that reach out
from the graveyards of your soul....
mouths whispering
the name of God!
poem
by
Eric Cockrell
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