A short film by Nobody

A short film by Nobody

 

 

 

flies flick

 

 

 winged whatevers

alight abruptly on my brow

 

I blink them off

 

 

they find a new cadaver heart

 

I decompose,

 

in silence

 

                                          the buzzing stops

 

WhatEver!

 

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/23/2021

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I remember this flick. The Director was the same guy who directed "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre."

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yeah, that guy.
thanks John, for the smile.
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

They call me Nobody.
Flies are a nuisance, but useful ... they feed birds and lizards ... they just annoy the hell out of us.
But rather a regular fly than those damn blackflies that drive moose crazy.
We probably should remember we all become cadavers ... some even end up in medical classes. I believe my daughter's team called theirs Fred.
Even Beethoven de-composed at the end.

Good one j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha, on Ludwig Von....and Fred the cadaver...

i like that...
j.

[Kerra]

they find a new cadaver heart, not sure what Cadaver means, I enjoyed this write

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Kerra,
j.

[Neville]

................................................................... there are no flies on you j
.................................................................. .write on

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Neville,
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Ah ha 1917
I recalled it was the film

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

This reminds me of a scene from a recent war motion picture from ww1 I can’t recall the name it’ll come
Of maybe soldiers being gunned down alone a long way from home alone lying there dying taking last breaths what went through their minds omg I don’t know
This poem reflects to me how we come me into world alone leave alone taking nothing bringing nothing
Very good Jacob
I’ll recall picture soon 🔜 we hopes !

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Julie...
Haven't seen that film yet.
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Yeh it’s great

[KWP]

:D whatever bought you to this thought I have to wonder - you eave me thinking of the Tibetan monks and the Parsi's who are devoured by the vultures upon death.

all seems like a reasonable and fitting circle of life

first thing I readthis morning was your words - oh what a set up for the day ahead my friend. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Interesting, where you took this...thank you, KWP,
j.

[Cherrie]

Oh, a macabre -ala-fresco this morning. I like it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Cherrie,
j.

[mattavelli]

Hello, Jacob! :)
If I were a fly, I’d keep coming back, because your heart stinks exquisitely.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love this reply...thank you, matt, for making my morning....
now where the hell is that cup of coffee I left somewhere?
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob... your words have me feeling
like the "Moody Blues". Wrap me up in swaddling clothes
and tuck me in an air-tight Box... when I pass away...
with poems in my heart forever and a day. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love your reply...it is more poetic than the poem itself.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... Like to feel that we all have a Spirit
that leaves our body when we pass. Perhaps our Spirit then enters another body... it is a theory that only God would know the Answer. None-the-less...
we honor the past as best we can. Your humble review is lovely as a Summer Day. truly, Pat