no flowers in the rice paddies

no flowers in the rice paddies

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

no flowers in the rice paddies

stepping over poppies,
and bodies in my mind
disenchantment, what did they achieve
vindictive notions,
hateful shouts
heard over the propellers 
as they come home

flying screams of hate
dressed in wartime apparel 
this is no greeting

soldiers deserve better
they fight someone else's engagement
they just bring the rings
and the guns
to the ceremony

the Church of disproportion
is not theirs
the pews are filled with the enlisted
outside the shouts are heard

stepping over poppies
and bodies in my mind

i wish they had been there
i would have greeted their plane
with chads of peace
voted best soldiers
as they come home

where obliged hearts 

                                                should be waiting
in gracious quarantine.


© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto

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After the initial traumas have been resolved, we see ,so often, that the plaudits are usually reserved for those that create the conflicts, not the casualties. Human nature is fickle.

Posted 2 Months Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

yes, it is....very fickle.
thank you for your words, Norman,

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Added on May 25, 2020
Last Updated on May 25, 2020


jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL

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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