Poisoned SprinklersA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoPoisoned Sprinklers green lawns run away and hide under blankets of turned leaves and white snow all with no conscience as to what their impact is to the damaged blades disenfranchised disengaged disinherited dying in droves next spring will come but the lawns will be nothing but dirt lots with posted signs warning trespassers to "Keep Off." erin-cilberto 11/7/24 © 2024 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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Added on November 23, 2024Last Updated on November 23, 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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