when the corn grows wickedA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
no
scripture can be translated for the adjunct sinner that will soften the
penalties for indiscretion, and felony we must take the plea
bargain the offer from the
highest court and accept our penance
like a luxury tax not an insidious burden
laid upon us with a wry smile and decreased salary, we are but the contract
we sign at birth with our umbilical blood love must be given even
with reasonable doubt for the jury will accrue
our tempered decisions when the gates open... either to a deeper
prison or a peaceful field of dreams. erin-cilberto 8/11/19 © 2019 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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4 Reviews Added on August 12, 2019 Last Updated on August 12, 2019 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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