What's leftA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoWhat's left
they
line up for diplomas shake a hand, smile retreat down steps
(wondering how they ascended)
books, papers, tests
find their scope in a vacant lens it's a document that
proves manipulation and being manipulated is
a mind's foregone conclusion
meaning is lost in grade
point averages and copying turned down
and handed down rhetoric and rhetorical
questions, already answered rather
than explored
who's next in line, for the handshake, the plea for an
earthquake to shake it all up into
real understanding
education is integration
of what matters with what flatters
prospective employers
but who are we after all
is said and done? mimics, clones, drones doing what the others do how they do and why they do
tear it up, blow it up rend it, don't defend it
jump out of the mode careless of their code and speak for
yourself---
or just trip back down
the steps with that meaningless
parchment
reflecting intellect with little
heart, and barely a soul
to
fall back on.
erin-cilberto 6/24/16 © 2016 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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13 Reviews Added on June 24, 2016 Last Updated on June 24, 2016 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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