a hospital full of gallant soldiers

a hospital full of gallant soldiers

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


a hospital full of gallant soldiers 

 

 

stamping out the fires

a few kindled breaths

smoldering in a mask of discretion

 

be quiet and die

the economy will rise from the ash

and we will be richer than ever

 

except the poor ones who could never escape

the disease of poverty

even as they died alone

quietly succumbing in their cardboard homes

 

hugging nothing

owning nothing

but a bit of self-respect

they coughed away

as the fever broke them

worse than the capitalism

from which they starved

 

we need more masks

more masks

please God, more masks

 

we need to cover up our faces

so they won't see the lies in our eyes

the ones we tell ourselves

 

as we return to normal

embrace with an extravagant kiss

and die hugging all that money

we will never get to spend.

 

did 1968 really happen?

are we still alive?

52 years in a cardboard mansion

 

for this?

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/24/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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1968! We were young and either naïve or foolishly optimistic. Change the world? No problem...make it right for all? Thought we could.
We did not want what our parents had...The Great Depression...WW2...the virus that rose from Germany to challenge the world.
I think in a way our parents challenged us to do better than they and yet, here we are, with some of the powers that be suggesting harboring the young and setting the elderly out as the Judas goat.

We have read that plot line before...too many times.

Thought provoking j.
Well done.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Days Ago

Guess we don't learn, do we? Make the same mistakes...again and again...
Maybe we were fooli.. read more
Ted Kniffen

6 Days Ago

It doesn't matter how old we are j. those old ideals still bubble just below the surface.
I have interpreted your words here in two ways. Perhaps this is about the homeless. They die on the streets and who will remember them? Way back in the 60's we thought we were fighting for those people....but were we? Then I thought this was about the brave men and women who work in hospitals. The doctors, nurses, assistants, even the cleaning people. They all are saving lives when they can and giving a little compassion to those who need it most. In either case, your social awareness is strong in this poem, Jacob. Good one. Lydi**

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

survival, just to reach this? what we are dealing with today?
mmm....thank you for your insig.. read more
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Ok this one I want to revisit again when I have more time. Mostly because I like it. But it is thought provoking with hidden layers of cinnanizom. Very interesting.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Gray,
j.
such a poetic awareness - acceptance from desperate homeless humans without a whimper.
"hugging nothing
owning nothing
but a bit of self-respect" ___ wow!!!

shame that something can’t ever seem to be done by councils/governments about this situation, & now with this c-virus spreading itself around…
great you’re raising this issue in your poem jacob.

cheerio carola

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind review, Carola,
j.
Heart felt write here j “hugging nothing owning nothing but a bit of self-respect they coughed away as the fever broke them worse than the capitalism from which they starved.” The poor could never escape the disease in such poverty as they have absolutely nothing to protect themselves with. Like the poor are no beating hearts ..just garbage just to
be tossed aside with a heap of disrespect.. 😢


Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

absolutely true what you say, it's like they don't matter...and that in itself is a crime against hu.. read more
As if things aren't bad enough for all of us, for the homeless it must be terrifying. Out and about and sleeping where the virus lurks. No protection at all. No hand sanitiser, no food, no comfortable bed and no home. It can't get any worse. The contrast between the rich and the poor couldn't be wider. Capitalism at its most cruel.

Chris

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

yes, so cruel...so cruel...thank you for your understanding words, Chris,
j.
"they coughed away

as the fever broke them

worse than the capitalism

from which they starved



we need more masks

more masks"

Posted 1 Week Ago


A awful truth and a truthful message Jacob. You have summed it up marvelously sir. It will take volumes to explain our current and past conditions. The lies, the fear factor, the preference of the wealthy over all others to protect them and their precious investments....
Keep us informed sir and be safe...

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Sami...and keep your poetic soul safe as well.
j.
Sami Khalil

1 Week Ago

Will do. Thank you kindly. I just want you to know I read your works but sometimes I do not leave a .. read more
"as we return to normal

embrace with an extravagant kiss

and die hugging all that money

we will never get to spend."

Posted 1 Week Ago




"be quiet and die

the economy will rise from the ash

and we will be richer than ever



except the poor ones who could never escape

the disease of poverty"

Posted 1 Week Ago



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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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