poetry by j matthew waters


after the lights went out
and the snow plows were grounded
the people took their arms
and left for the country
to find fuel for the fire

a decade later and a
generation forsaken
all the little girls turned into mothers
sooner than anyone
could ever have imagined

december two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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2 thoughts on “fertility

  1. That is a hard, sharp poem, my friend, and there isn’t a wasted word. Bravo.

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