a morsel of religionA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoa
morsel of religion finicky
forager Roadkill
of the sophisticated kind turns
up his nose a
scavenger with taste When
the Angel rises the
forager finds refuge in a
forest of waiting the
dead are sacrificed for
love and
opportunity is a crossing in mid
night Vultures
are those who abandon virtue but
find solace in surmising victims
are for the taking fools
are apprentices winging toward wayward ways the
forest loses light the
fickle sun sets gently the
forager loses sight the
hunger rises with a
delinquent moon watching
the Angel pass by on its
way to heaven avoiding
the headlights like
one poet long ago who
tried the same exercise but
failed. erin-cilberto 3/25/24 © 2024 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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1 Review Added on March 26, 2024 Last Updated on March 28, 2024 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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