Anthropological Orphans

Anthropological Orphans

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Anthropological Orphans

 

 

 

ideals

fossils in the dust

of corporate America

paying for the chipped, decaying leftovers

of causes blind

 

cut the cord

and grow up

our agenda died in birth

years of incubation

led to a deceased hope

 

now, we are all children

of a system

that didn't want to raise us

threw us out of the house

before we learned

 

how to breathe on our own.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/28/21

© 2022 jacob erin-cilberto


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Nobody's figured out how to repel the corporate vampire yet. They suck the soul out of our society and call it business. Those left to survive are the Renfields who escaped the asylum. Well observed. Sad but true, my friend.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

And I don't think we will figure it out...
we will just stop breathing feelings into our life.. read more
M. J. Smith

4 Years Ago

You welcome. And don't pay my Dracula reference any mind. Sometimes I am too dramatic for my own goo.. read more
Oh yeah! So good, wished you would have kept going but that’s what keeps me coming back for more of your writing. You say so much with so little. Powerful

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words, Patricia.
j.
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Ada
Nice elaboration on the relationship between fossils and corporate America; this is rarely seen and is extremely ambitious. The ending was particularly powerful although the piece seems to lose just a little cohesion along the way. 90 rating

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

appreciate your serious review, Ada...yes we had our movement back in the sixties...but somewhere al.. read more
The Hosts on New Years Eve in Times Square .. mentioned that we will survive the Politicians as we are the Greatest Nation Ever. We are the Orphans still Morphing… Bombs bursting in Air. Amen… tenderly, Pat

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

We have to survive them...thank you, Pat,
j.
This was an interesting piece of social satire. Like birds cast from the nest on high, sometimes the fledglings never learn to fly. Someone asked me how I liked raising kids at my age. I said, well you see, I'm not just raising kids, I'm raising responsible adults FROM kids. I mean I want my child to enjoy being a kid and all that encompasses but my primary task, as I see it, is to equip her to someday fly solo and to mold that independent and high spirited nature into a fitting member of society. I enjoyed the read.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

I enjoyed your response...and your daughter has the best father she could have..."Teach, the childre.. read more

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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..