poetry by j matthew waters


this underground railroad
runs hundreds of miles
beneath streets
built upon streets
five or six deep

it spirals deeper
into the earth
like a long and winding

when the excavators
reached the end
of the track
they became trapped
into a civilization
that has no end

july two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
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