invitation

invitation

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

invitation


after the worms dine
the bones of the hostess
are left to the strangers
waiting outside the two-story coffin

upstairs the sun roof sees the darkness of souls
and the relegated soil to cover it up
first floor she lies awake
thinking of how she flirted with the coroner

but he was too busy examining her bounties
to worry about taxing his heart
by engaging her
chloroform poems emerged from her veins

before the suture made her rain red
expository, exploratory
but he missed her heart
which beat, undulating beneath his hands

now she is throwing a party in his honor
except for the crawling guests
the little space for entertaining is quite empty
and the man of appalling occupation

never had the courtesy
to R.S.V.P.....



erin-cilberto
12/1/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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Puts you in view of the mortition who alone knows the secrets of his trade. Your words bring meaning to a state of the afterlife that no one chooses to embrace. A striking piece. Thanks for the insight.

Posted 18 Hours Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Hours Ago

thank you for your kind words, kitty,
j.
I started out reading this as how others may chew us up & spit us out (distorted late-life examinations), but then (political backwash drenches everything these days) I saw the current NATO mashup where so many so-called leaders act like they're in grade-school with wormy squirmy hot mic tittering (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Days Ago

even if that was not my motive...i like how you saw the politics in this...and yes, as Hamlet would .. read more
"but he was too busy examining her bounties
to worry about taxing his heart
by engaging her"

"but he missed her heart
which beat, undulating beneath his hands"

"and the man of appalling occupation
never had the courtesy
to R.S.V.P....."

There are people like that, carnal and callous, who they leave nothing but rot and worm-eaten bones in their wake. They wouldn't be caught dead listening to heart beats. I relate well to this in my own way, Jacob.


Posted 2 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Days Ago

yes, yes yes...thank you for your words, and astute insights, DIVYA,
j.
Second reading, tried early Tuesday morning.. just couldn't decide what and why. Still not sure.. but not disappointed at that, one needs to think to make sense of someone's thinking at times. Can guess your words refer to a woman's death and its aftermath. Perhaps she's been murdered, and in her next stage of life, is wanting her killer to suffer the same fate? The language you're using is very visual, creepy, out ofthe norm .. need to think more.. but perhaps not during the dark. Will return.

Posted 3 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Days Ago

i like this avenue, as well...
i am really enjoying the responses to this one.
thank y.. read more
I'm thinking this should have aired on Halloween
Like the worms/bones association
I am surprised both man and worm missed the heart

What are you smoking?

Posted 3 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Days Ago

just high on life and poetry...thanks, Dave.
j.
The lady who dies was a cheater perhaps in life and died in relation to her behavior which is sad. The lady even at post mortem time busy engaging herself flirting with the investigator who tries to analyze her cause of death but has no idea about her disposition of heart and she is very glad he missed that part. She is hosting a party for him after her death and invites him as he missed her heart. Wow ! this is a real piece of chloroform imagination. Great poetry indeed.

Posted 3 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Days Ago

i really appreciate your kind review, Linda...
thank you,
j.
well....... c'mon in ... really Poe like for me ... this dark two story coffin ... his disengaged engagement ..
".. the sun roof sees the darkness of souls" ... love it! ... the Bible says that when Adam and Eve sinned .. they tried to hide and cover up right away .. having afflicted upon themselves the knowledge of good and evil ... pity we can come to the light .. only to run back into the cave to hide .. "chloroform poems emerged from her veins" ...sheesh jacob! i think this is just loaded with powerful imaging ...she must have scared him off eh!? ... after all his explorations .. misses the heart completely ... but she is not innocent .. chloroform poems from her veins indeed .. the allegory lays hidden from me ... but for me.... understanding the most fair of sexes will forever be the same ;}
E.


Posted 3 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Days Ago

i am no Poe...but guess i had kind of a Poe moment...
I always like to imagine writing from h.. read more
Einstein Noodle

2 Days Ago

:) ......................
I am unsure of the meaning here Jacob, but some very strong imagery is coming through of a grave. A woman being the occupant, who appears to be awaiting the arrival of another. An invitation sent but not acknowledged. I am inquisitive and want to know who the man of appalling occupation is. "Chloroform poems emerge from her veins". We must be talking about a poet's death here. There is a darkness, a touch of the sinister. Your lines are giving me imagery and feeling and yet I can't complete the jigsaw. There is a piece missing. I will return to read again later.

Chris

Posted 3 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Days Ago

thank you for your words, Chris....figuratively the man of the appalling occupation is the coroner.... read more
J
I sense the subject is death . . . That dark guest that never R.S.V.P . . .
t

Posted 4 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Days Ago

in a sense, death...figuratively...
thank you, T.
appreciate the read and comment to t.. read more

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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 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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