the piercing quietA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
fencing
with commitment the wound was slight, but the poison ran deep a slight touch to the
heart the blade unsure, a cut like Hamlet's no cure, just a matter of time until i fell to the
tombs listless asking that you might
have a good word for me
in future,
while all stood aghast, watching my fervor for
love bleed out onto a floor of insurrection
and as the distrusting
Dane said, "the rest is
silence"
erin-cilberto 9/5/16 © 2016 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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Added on September 7, 2016Last Updated on September 7, 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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