Undressing the Ghost of the Information Technology FutureA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
snowy
blisters, sledding downward reindeer games,
intriguing night darkness and burglary of
meaning
the star fades, the tree isn't real it's a plastic,
electronic Bethlehem and the three men are no
longer wise
infected with Wikipedia
countenance they bear gifts of
fool's gold little sense
and that third thing no
one can spell correctly because dictionaries are
a thing of the past like one of the three
ghosts
i want to smell the
pines again, feel my fingers chip
away under thin gloves i want to grasp a quill and write like Dickinson or that Dickens chap as the carolers sing at
my door
and i want the Raven to
go home to his own nest and
share presents with his children
leaving me to write of
Christmas future like it was in Christmas
past
i want to find my way
back to where the manger used to lie the stillness of the
child the silence of the cry
unadorned shepherds
watching close by the spirit finally
resting hands and arms touching,
embracing
i want to go back unwrap how it used to be feel it again from up close
put a real star on top
of the tree and be guided once again by the simplicity of
touch of warmth
of belief in something that seemed
to matter once.
erin-cilberto 12/24/16 © 2016 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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Added on December 25, 2016Last Updated on December 25, 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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