the glass ever

the glass ever

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

the glass ever



now,
the draft 
is something invading
through a slightly open window

then,
the draft
was something from one country invading another
through a slightly open border

at the time,
the draft
was something that invaded families
through a demand of Uncle Sam

always,
no choice but to serve
no choice but to swerve
from a positioned life

never,
coming home
coming home broken
imprints invading through a slightly open window

sometimes,
remembering sanity
remembering the explosion of war
through a slightly open border

of sometimes being whole
sometimes being fragments of self
never understanding why
through a slightly open-ended argument

at the time
reasons
to serve
reasons to swerve from truth

shut the window
turn away the draft
remember what it's like to be whole
understand

the border, the frame, the pain
of a window
that never should have been
open.



erin-cilberto
6/1/23

© 2023 jacob erin-cilberto


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if you keep yourself out of harm's way, perhaps you won't have to fight in wars, but once you open (that window) you are surely exposing yourself to harm, possibly to death...hide from wars, don't let them see or smell you, you might be in trouble....close the window, so you don't get the draft (PUN)
This sometimes your luck runs out and you must fight....you "swerve" into chaos....pain.
Best, B

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

and so many back in the sixties had no choice...caught in the conflict...thank you for swerving into.. read more
Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

You're very welcome J.
Best, B
It’s Nam all over again. Your generation won’t forget. Drafted to fight in a battle not of their making. They had no choice. They went, they died, they came back broken and how were the vets treated? War is futile. Keep all the windows and doors firmly shut. The sacrifice wasn’t worth it. A memorial day reminder J. Tough when you reflect on the sacrifice.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

yes, very tough...thank you for your words, Chris,
j.
Sounds like that thing should be nailed shut...who needs fresh air anyway when you have plenty of hot air everywhere else telling you that things are far too drafty for you to understand.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Yes, yes, yes.
Really like where you took this, will,
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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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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