little children

little children

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

little children


in the sandboxes,
playful toddlers
build, destroy
then build again
much like with Reconstruction
after Civil War's blight
the sands of two colors
find their lining in mesh

and then new wars arrive
and that which has been reborn
is smashed to tiny granules
of dismemberment

then the 60's,
and the sands of two colors
approach their lining in mesh
until the bully kicks the construct
into deconstruction

and words that are just words
blow away with the next storm
shovels of annihilation dig
deep into the souls
of a country
where political feet
kick what's built to the curb

ignoring instruction
to love and respect
with disregard for humanity
or circumspect

building very small structures 
that have no foundations
in common

and don't want to
be anymore than 
toddlers again---

impervious to the fact
those toddlers had more sense
than any grownup encountered
in their make-believe world.


erin-cilberto
8/14/22

© 2022 jacob erin-cilberto


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Great analogy! I'm sure many have the same disturbing realization that the supreme leaders of the global sandbox are acting like immature, egocentric, destructive brats. Children have an excuse: they don't know any better. But, what is the adults' excuse?

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

yes, yes, and yes...the adults have no excuse.
thank you for your words, Laz.
j.
playful toddlers indeed. I found the opening stanza with its easy observation of children in a sandbox building destroying then building again compared to the Reconstruction a wonderful metaphor. Also appreciated the open honest simple deconstruct the construction of the 60s verse, too often I find that period being remembered more as nostalgia than an honest attempt at reappraising.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your kind and insightful review, Ken,
j.
Sometimes I wonder about the future of our country. I'm saddened to think that so much of our little republic was founded on the disagreement as to whether certain people are property. The fact that our species has ever been capable of that inhumanity makes me sick, but I'm discouraged to see the ways that same argument divides us today. Should we fear division, if so many of our differences really come down to that stark moral line? Can we hope that that old fight can be won?

I loved seeing this existential fear framed through a bully on a playground. It's comforting to think our confederate friends can be reduced to that. I also loved your use of repetition to drive home the point that the bully is still stamping his feet after all these years. An ugly topic, but a brilliant piece.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

Thank you for your very kind review, Earthrise,
j.
"And a little child shall lead them." Yes, sometimes a child can get the lambs and lions to lie down together, but then some bully comes along and starts the fighting all over again. This offering is very pertinent when one considers the divisions that currently rend this country.

Posted 3 Years Ago


This reminds me of a brutal photograph I saw in "The War" where tiny bodies were heaped in a pile with half naked adults dropped on steps in haste by their would be rescuers. They had all died in a shelter hit by Japanese bombers. I'm currently reading the book with factual accounts from the people who lived it. It's quite amazing how ironic, dubious and outright stupid much of America was before and during WWII. At first we were isolationist, wanting nothing to do with a war in Europe. Then, the war came to our soil and our homeland. We refused to think we could be victims as German U boats sunk many of our cargo vessels off our Atlantic coast, killing civilian sailors and destroying supplies. The cities refused to douse the lights that the enemy used as a beacon of attack until so many had died because of that mistake. They didn't want to "hurt tourism". I read Washington Goes to War by David Brinkley many years ago and it echoed the same sort of American bravado and conceit bringing destruction down on our own heads. Oh, to be innocent children again, but perhaps that naivety isn't the best course of action for our survival. I enjoyed the read.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

we say we don't but we do.
thank you for your insights, Fabian,
j.
“Suffer the little Children to come unto me… for such is the Kingdom of Heaven”. Amen 🙏

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

Amen, Pat,
j.
I like the meaning behind the imagery. How much has changed thru-out time? Wonderfully penned. tyfs

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for getting something from this, Cyprian,
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..