waste managementA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertowaste management politico cornmeal for them to grind their teeth the subjects with no adjectives just naked nouns freezing in their sentenced logic we are indigestion the reason for their indignation if only for themselves, they would bask in the glory of egotistical clouds but we pull them to earth they crash in our perspective like poorly made aircraft short circuited missles diving into the manure of faded democracy taxing our patience as well as our pockets glorifying themselves as gods while the real God becomes perplexed at the self-absorbed prophets creating the doom of which they predict the caring they castrate from our beings they laugh, we become poorer of spirit the weakened fragments of ourselves there is no dessert, they don't need it, their appetites are sated they mumble cheerful testaments of the crumbled masses they rule we give and give and live and learn after it's too late to find the sun again or excuse ourselves from the table. erin-cilberto 12/4/17
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7 Reviews Added on December 5, 2017 Last Updated on December 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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