Voices on the Wind Voices on Aging
and we write of them, still by jacob erin-cilberto there have been Plaths and Sextons Berrymans and Jarrells.... none filled with barrels of metrical laughter these tortured artists ran out of reasons to breathe words found highways, garages, bullets and ovens and as poetic spirits of a coven joined hands in death and left their pens on empty desks silent typewriters silent pens and odds and ends unfinished and unwritten catacombs of writing gathering dust in decomposing minds if only we could Lazarus them back to life what would they write now? lines of regrets for the lines unfulfilled unpunctuated ? or about lives unfulfilled and dead end pens that were destined for posthumous notoriety and postscripts becoming footnotes in some research paper paying due respect as if they all would turn over in their graves and give the fledgling doctoral student a thumbs up for the acknowledgment that was really just an afterthought...