the tweeting has started but the birds are all but gone

the tweeting has started but the birds are all but gone


the windows have the colors

of receding Maples

a congregation of waning parishioners 

sacrificing themselves to November winds

 

there is the flurry of prayers,

genuflections at half mast

like flags commemorating a dead society

we leave the confessional stunned by our own words

 

poetry is counted on rosaries

and we are under the thumb of a new Winter

one that might leave us permanently frozen---

no longer a promise of Spring

 

which may never come----

i leave the screens up

caressing what delusions of hope are left

but his face stares from the other side of the glass

 

and it's a TV image i can't shut off

even if i replace the batteries in the remote

say ten Our Fathers, five Hail Mary's

throw an act of contrition into the ballot box

 

into which i cast my Autumn sojourn

and hymnal containing the pressed leaves

representing the only thing i have left...

the Summer veins that mapped out 

a now diminished future.


erin-cilberto
11/22/16

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

Is tweeting this century's fiddling?
Is our friend a modern day Nero?
Prayer may be our only succour - as it was meant to be.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, scary isn't it....what the world has come to...thank you, Tony.

j.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Do you really think our world is ending? Can one mere man take us down?I think if he could we'd been dead long ago. I'm not much on politics or prediction.....but failure just seems like an f-word.Might just be over my head....I m just on my first cup of coffee:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh probably not...but he sure can produce chaos and discontent---let's hope not...i try to stay positive and know there enough checks and balances....

thank you, Queenie..

j.