Presence

Presence

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Presence



the smell of plastic pine
simulated cones on rubber Wreaths
white blank bulbs pulsating with light

Angels baffled at the sight
shepherds in confusion
follow neon stars
deep into a city night

a jolly old man
mugged in Central Park
someone said his name was Nicholas
his stolen sled a new statistic

it's the eve of the day
reindeer splattered on the highway
trying to hitch rides
to yesterday's holiday

because today there is no heart
merchandising too much a part
of what once was a First Noel
but now has turned from a Midnight Clear

to a world of fear
as the Drummer Boy's beats
get slow and heavy
and two feral elves

pass by a burnt-out Chevy
some charred Christmas wrapping
and a baby in a cardboard manger
fearing for his life.


erin-cilberto
12/23/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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Yes what is xmas to the homeless but more emphasis on their loneliness, those in need who gather around a fire in a drum cold and forgotten. They had families once! Yes Xmas celebrates but Xmas is a sad time.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

so many have nothing to celebrate while others over-celebrate, and the meaning melts like a used sno.. read more
andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

indeed j...so sad. i'm not a great believer in xmas knowing that others suffer during this time of c.. read more

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



About
Originally 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..

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