Farm HandsA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
aardvarks
eat ants you eat little hearts
and your decaying soul burns with desire
the workers carry your
conscience takes a lot of them
but you don't remember
the innocents you stepped on
you just move on a sharp beak molesting the
blameless
buried under the
crevasses of your perverted , straight-jacket
tongue----
erin-cilberto 8/5/17 © 2017 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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6 Reviews Added on August 5, 2017 Last Updated on August 5, 2017 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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