Pink Slip for a LifeA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoPink Slip for a Life the soup is cold the room is warm with stench ants applauding as they work on the crackers silence except for a brisk wind outside a haunting melody as life is estranged from his being He won't be found for days and no one will notice the bleeding his fluid heart extends like a perfect host the skull will be perched on the table angry maggots interrupted as the door opens a stern imposition mortuary science leaves its calling card but at least there are still some crackers left. erin-cilberto 8/27/22 © 2022 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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6 Reviews Added on August 29, 2022 Last Updated on August 29, 2022 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.. |

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