poetry by j matthew waters

When I Grow Up

Born to a clan of precision
stone cutters we hunt
for the larger population
roaming mesas and plateaus
and mountainsides
armed with clovis tip spears
knives and knowledge
our larger than life trophies
transformed into meat and clothing
jewelry and armor and weapons
and terrifyingly heroic tales
of gigantic proportions
leaving the little ones
amazed and inspired to dream
big all winter long

august two thousand twelve
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5 thoughts on “When I Grow Up

  1. Love the feel of this one, the sense of the big country, of skills being passed down.

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