The Hollow Ones
the hollow ones
live in a hollow world,
walk a hollow path
with hollow hearts.
speaking often, never talking.
listening, but never hearing.
touching, but never feeling.
inhaling, but never exhaling.
with nothing behind their
hollow eyes.... insulated,
burning nuclear fuel
in a carbon world...
an ingrown toenail
on the foot...
of an angry God!
the hollow ones...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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