![]() Medals and QuestionsA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoMedals and Questions the lady breast fed the soldier before a gun was put in his infant hands a mother held him to her womb carefully, like a hand grenade with a pulled pin holding together a diaper of future He will kill he has to wail babies do that and then he will teethe and they will be sharp but silent as he follows orders leaves behind his crib for a fort and he will crawl again in a jungle far away his mother will weep and hold him tightly in her thoughts as she reads his final letter he will be home or missing his baby cries echoing in her head she feels the gunfire as if it is pressed against her breast instinct tells her he is no longer her tears draw diagrams of the fetus that lived only to die and for what end? who gets to put the crib away in the attic to wait for the next soldier? erin-cilberto 7/20/24
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3 Reviews Added on July 20, 2024 Last Updated on July 20, 2024 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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