and they all came to dinner

and they all came to dinner

 

 

 

 

amok

among

atrocity's  avenue

 

the masses roar

with stained flags

of independence

 

the stars dripping blood

chaos is the righteous theme

now

 

there is a thesis in the binding water

but it floats belly up

something polluting like a poltergeist aghast

 

straining sovereignty's dress

with stalking, surreptitious

spill

 

until

it is over

the edge

 

dripping onto tomorrow night's

place mats.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/24/22

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

What are they teaching in School. The students are being molded to be Robots...
with no emotions as to Loss of Life, and how precious is our Reasoning. Our Leaders will be the Last to remember... unless we thread the Needle with a Knot before bringing a New and dangerous way of thinking.
The Tapestry of Life will unravel as we travel through the Mist of Ether on Earth. tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your poetic words, Pat...
Some of us are still trying to keep students from becoming robots...to get them thinking outside the box.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

I understood this to be a write about the state of play on your side of the pond. It didn't bode well. I picked up on violence and civil unrest. The whole poem made me feel fearful for the future of freedom and democracy.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You've got it, Chris....exactly...and it is really sad.
j.

[Perdition]

Having recently read Wendell Berry, I can't help but relate this poem to his works that speak in the same light. Your voice is obviously unique and though I don't drift toward the political, I can't help but relate that all things ARE political and for that, I have you to thank. The need for such poetry and works of this nature in order and life and living and liberty and the state of our times, when I read things of a political nature I realize this all too well, we won't know what we had until its passing. or when we destroy each other. This also brings me to Whitman's "Song of Myself".."Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world. Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase,.." Yours, yet another poem that will leave me considering our place and cause. Thanks!! Perdition~

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Perdition.
we are voices, but who listens besides other poets.
j.

[Perdition]

Believe it or not, those screen-addled brilliant eyes we call children. The ones who hear and watch way more than we realize. These are the ones we leave our voices and rights of respectful civil disobedience to, between computer screens, games, and electronic pages they need to see more by example. Relaying a passion for asking. Before we were poets we were kids, all so impressionable Teach. We need to relay that same fire relayed in us for asking and learning and more so the sacredness of nature if nothing else. They are just as complex and thirsty for liberty and experience as we were, and someday they might even know it.. hahaha,

[willweb]

Tomorrow night's placemats delivered by one with perfect hair and a pause at the next to last word spoken from a prompter that really doesn't care one way or the other. This is how it is...be mad, be disgusted but don't do anything about it because that is too much trouble.
Sorry my friend, I got off on a tangent. This was kind of heavy and spoke loudly.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciated your tangent...at least it meant the poem somehow spoke to you.
thanks, will,read moreI appreciated your tangent...at least it meant the poem somehow spoke to you.
thanks, will,
j.

[softlyfall]

if this has a specific political reference, that is going to fly right over my head. But what I FEEL is that it is about escalating violence in America that defiles true liberty but we are forced to eat whatever is dished out.
But I could go off in a different way quite easily.
You always leave enough wiggle room for my mind to fly.
This might be my favorite of yours, certainly one of them.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Amy,
j.