Poem

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Poem

in a hobo's garb

strange hands

ravish

he loses what little he had

they laugh

then the tree falls

no one hears

their screams

erin-cilberto

10/20/22

© 2022 jacob erin-cilberto

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Lydia Shutter

As long as that tree is not falling in their backyard, they do not care. They pretend not to hear. The government will take whatever that hobo has and give it to illegal immigrants. Lydi**

Posted 3 Years Ago

3 Years Ago

Sure seems to be how it is. Thank you, Lydi,
j.

Chris

People are the lemmings now. Led by the nose by others that are led by their noses by others that are led by THEIR noses... until NO ONE is responsible for any actions that injure, maim. kill or just destroy existence. Who cares about the lemmings anyway??

Posted 3 Years Ago

3 Years Ago

Plausible deniability....
damn those noses,
j.

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Added on October 21, 2022
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Author

jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL

About

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..