To Live, Damnit, To Live!
God died yesterday...
i asked if He had a will.
He sent me His last breath,
smelling of bourbon and good cigars.
i went into the holy of holies,
and found a dirty little boy playing...
he told me he saw angels in the clouds,
i told him they were bringing rain.
and off we walked together,
stopping to marvel at the trail of the ants...
needing nothing more, and nothing less,
than to live, damnit, to live!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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