inevitably

inevitably

help me into my wax slacks

form that figure

as heaven's museum

welcomes my likeness

even if my soul

ends up in some abandoned warehouse

a few blocks away.

erin-cilberto

11/22/22

Reviews

[red93]

Excellent and wistful meditation on mortality / immortality - questions we have all asked ourselves at some point✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, red,
j.

[AYVID N]

....this felt so sad and so deep...
The poet is looking to a welcome in the heavens (for his likeness).
Yet he anticipates his true soul ending up in some abandoned warehouse a few blocks away.
To me, it feels, perhaps, like his poetry and his personal effects perhaps.
I weep for the poet and for myself and for all of us.
This poem will stay with me.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate your words, DIVYA,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

While we breathe and sigh… we blossom like flowers in a Storm. When drug traffickers kill our Children… we are in disbelief … forever we Weep. Sadly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"Bless the beasts and the children"
thank you, Pat
j.