the ties of destiny's childA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertothe ties of destiny's
child superfluous
blues union dues and black eyed susans
with dirty faces and pumice scraped hands that have seen too much for too little and signatures barely
dry on the page when the picket fences blow away in a
California breeze and old motor cars with broken windows try to escape the
monotony of the fields only to break down with the broken hands and broken hearts of those who cross the
lines dot the T's and end up on freight
cars of desire wishing they could back
track to the womb and hold on to the
umbilical cord until the wounded
country could dry its eyes of
depression's tears. erin-cilberto 2/4/18 © 2018 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 7, 2018 Last Updated on February 7, 2018 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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