Fingers!
the same fingers
that pull the trigger,
lace the shoe...
play the piano,
dig in the dirt.
stroke your face,
turn the lock.
wear the ring,
unbutton your desires.
pick up the pen,
light the smoke...
trace the hunger
of the hidden one!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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