there really is no man in the moon

there really is no man in the moon

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

there really is no man in the moon

 

 

marvelous mushroom malevolence

spreads dark clouds

fungus fallen from the sky, why?

proven precipitous paradox

of peace purloined in innocent inoculation

 

as lives grow dead roots

skin burnt, in blackened bloom

flowers on flaming graves

and smoked bones telling a short story

an anecdote of caustic cadavers

posed in one last long scream

 

and we felt we won?

might be true,

but we certainly lost meaning

and the sky will always cry

for those still tripping on ash heavens

 

and this poem

will be incinerated in the explosion

and never get the chance to be read

except in theory, 

or by the dead eye of history.

 

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/1/19


© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto



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we are all the dust of dead stars, great free verse imagery, tripping on ash heavens, where did the life spore come from, loved this poem,

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind review, gram.
j.
An apocalyptic poetical premonition? If fanatical despots are left to propagate their nuclear programmes this may turn out to be more fact than fiction - very moving and intriguing write my friend ... :-)

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind review, Phill.
j.

when and where will it ever be safe again jacob... I'm gonna dig a hole in my back yard, for me, for mine and my floppies....and the memory stick I got for my birthday if I can remember where I left it...
N.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your words, Neville,
j.
Neville Pettitt

1 Month Ago

How long we got...
Oh my goodness all that toxicity, creating havoc, destroying everything while the moon stands alone. All that taking place and yet you still have thoughts for your writing. Way to go.

Chris

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your insightful review, Chris.
j.
The universal apocalypse as viewed from ground level. All that is left is us...the dead eye of history, theoretical in our nature and reticent to give up your writing. Absolutely loved this.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your insightful and kind words,
j.
Makes me think of how reality is in the eye of the beholder. We can all see the same thing but interpret it differently. That is why life is like poetry.

Words well played sir.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your words, Dale,
j.
The sky crying acid rain and a lonely moon with no one left to dream.
Tragic

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

yes, so much so...thank you for your understanding words, Cherrie.
j.
This is quite brutally apocalyptic in its tenor Jacob with an overlay of a dystopian world. It left me with the shivers!

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your words, John.
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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