El Toro

 

El Toro

 

 

a breath of sky

a blade leans

cuts the throat of the dandelion

then grows untamed

 

until another blade

cuts it down,

and we have a freshly mowed world

 

one death causes another

one war causes another

 

the grass will never keep itself in check

it will grow like hatred grows

it will lean towards the sky

searching for the bombs of heresy

 

it will never be greener on any side

it will just be scarred,

then brown

then dead

 

and when the sound of the mowers dies out

we will all be gone.

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/2/19

Reviews

[Anne’sRants]

lovely representation of the domino effect. We as people are thoroughly predictable. we make the same mistakes over and over again, and are surprised it comes to the same ending. we skip like a broken record till someone else mows us down. How terribly ironic.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we sure do, Anne...we sure do...thanks for your visit and your words,
j.

[CD Campbell]

We are a selfish species. Someone always has to be right or wrong in everything. I hope your not a landscaping prophet, J. Thoughtful work. Great metaphors.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for visiting this write and for your kind words, CD...
j.

[Chris Shaw]

My heart dropped when I read this and I hope beyond all hope that we are not on that pathway to complete extinction. The violence is wide spread, there is much unrest, but then you need to go back and find the root of the problem. Much of it rests with total inequality. When you have the majority with nothing and the few who own virtually the whole lot, you have to start asking some questions. Luxury against squalor, not a good recipe for peace when there is no balance. That's where you took me Jacob.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, i am immersed in this theme right now, probably driving everyone nuts with it...but this violence is just so discouraging...and the media saturates us with it...which makes the next person want his 20 minutes of fame ...and what does all this hate achieve? damn sad,
thank you, Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

It is a tragic situation Jacob, but if that's where your muse leads you, then that is where you must go, and stay until she is done with it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, thank you for that Chris...
i probably don't have much choice, do i?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A dark and sombre piece in an allegorical free verse that explores nature in metaphor to human kind and our sins. It gives the sense that there is no hope as we gallop toward armageddon.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, John,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... our man who mows our large front yard... thinks he is a
Bull fighter driving our Troy-Bilt riding mower. He thinks he is reshaping
History, but it is only Grass burnt by the Sun... now there is only dirt.
If no one is watching him, he drives the Riding Mower over the Ditch where
water collects, although we explicitly asked him to not do that. It is difficult
to tell a former NFL football player how to treat a riding mower. Presidents
should not Tweet... and he is not a former football player as far as we know.
truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing that story...and the entertaining way you presented your insights on this poem...Maybe you should buy him an actual bull and see how he drives it...wow...
tweet tweet...
thank you for your review, my friend.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... the former football player is a real character... he could be an excellent Bull fighter with a Red Cape. I have a large Red tablecloth... perhaps
next time our lawn needs mowing. Our front lawn is big enough for Bull fighting. as ever, Pat