the BulgeA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertothe
Bulge in
modest flight the
vultures scan an
army surveying roadkill
servings splattered
concrete a
highway of offerings we die
for them not to starve but
their full bellies rage of
debt while
we scatter along pavement falling
to their urges wings
with deep pockets minds
with little tact we
make them fatter perhaps
in future the
branch will no longer hold them and
security will be something they
excrete scavengers
falling from a once rich sky to
become fodder for the worms. erin-cilberto 7/14/23 © 2023 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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6 Reviews Added on July 17, 2023 Last Updated on July 17, 2023 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally 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..Writing
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