![]() a shattered cafeA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoa shattered cafe
wasn't
on the menu as an appetizer, a serving of bullets, wasn't on the program as
a song, the sounds of screaming
fans but not for the band, wasn't meant for the
poor people of Paris to linger on the streets in forever sleep,
the soccer ball deflated the stadium suddenly
silent with mute explosion,
a goal of sorts, but the agenda
improvised, realized, compromised and the question of
which coach?
who sent in the play that set Paris reeling
under a red Moon
there will be no
June in the hearts tonight November will be the
only month
they will remember.
11/14/15
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Added on November 14, 2015Last Updated on November 14, 2015 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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