The Signature Of Angels...
he said:
'you are a wretched man,
and bound for hell.
for you are not a disciple
of our creed...
i cannot pray for you,
you wear the mark of Cain! '
i smiled, and replied:
'ah, but i read the scriptures
of the human heart,
written by the indelible hands
of passion and time.
i lift in prayer the sweat and the tears
of hungry souls struggling to survive.
i sing the hymns of the naked body,
my offering, myself, without restraint.
if i be wretched,
then stoke the fires!
the mark on my forehead,
tis the signature of angels! '
poem by Eric Cockrell
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