Imploding Voices Warn – A Poem by Jacob Erin-Cilberto
the New York boy
found his country falling in upon itself
like an earthquake stricken high rise
the empire state’s enigma
shaken to his core
as the mountains disappeared
and the water tasted stagnant
the Midwest called his name
as he spit out foul liquid
from his beleaguered brain
when pastures diluted themselves
and he deluded himself
that cows always come home
instinctively
but tremors keep happening
aftershocks of a young life
spent in concrete shoes
asphalt tension of sparse blades of grass
waiting to wither in oppressive pondering
thoughts rise higher than those buildings
he couldn’t climb
as his fear of heights impedes
those steps he couldn’t take
when he found the cows had gotten lost
in his mind
and the seismic deformity of his spirit
deflated the needle on his compass
until he disappeared within himself
never got to drink the potent
ale of growing old–
the New York boy
still without a country
but understanding doesn’t need a flag
to identify the experience that
will follow him to his grave.
