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A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

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the poem grew up
in a decimated neighborhood,
of lawless hearts
words continuously gunned down
by the harshest detractors
day after bleak day

until it had no more figurative blood to bleed
and just ended itself
with a single shot
no ellipsis to augment
a possible Lazarus moment

the rock in front of its tomb
the lines like blinds
drawn tight and dark

and one or two poets
stood aghast,
mumbling prayers,
but having no clever words
to induce a proper service

eventually, no one remembered the poem  at all,
(its typed letters smudged from  fossilized tears) 
not even the poet who had
conceived it.


erin-cilberto
6/15/18

© 2018 jacob erin-cilberto


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I guess it depends on why it is written. Whether it remains anonymous or not, the words were placed there for a reason

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thank you, Lyn.
j.
Ah yes - ah yes whatever we might hope for - it is as the writer says vanity vanity all is vanity
VEry well put Jacob

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Michael.
j.
The words are waiting. The time may come for recollection, or possibly a resurrection.

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

that is true...thank you, Jon.
j.
Math and faith
Yes, please

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thank you, :)
I have hundreds of unfinished poems, ideas that came to me at odd times that I thought were worth keeping. I know where the file is, but never go back to it. They might as well be dead altogether and given a decent burial. Your poem reminded me of them Jacob.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thank you for sharing, Chris...
j.
I remember that scene from "The Grapes of Rathe" starring a very young Henry Fonda, where they had to stop their migration westward to burry Grandpa. After covering him with dirt in the wilderness, someone was asked to say a few words..."he was just an old man, wasn't sick or nothing, he just died". Most of the poems ever written we stand aghast and mumble prayers over.....never to be seen again..Hell, I lost almost 200 when my hard drive crashed in 2015...……..and still don't miss them.

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thanks for sharing, dana...
yes, those lost ones we don't even remember we wrote...wonder if .. read more
Piercingly poignant.
Has that man-on-a-ledge feel.
Compelling work!

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thank you, Jimmy.
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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