poetry by j matthew waters

missing the most wanted

they locked down the schools
and called on the bloodhounds
from three counties away

human chains stretched across
the countryside carrying
torches and kicking stones

holding hands they waded into
cedar lake until they could
no longer breathe

throughout the city church lights
enlivened stain glass windows
well into the wee hours of the night

in the morning there was still no news
not counting the posse that
galloped out of town at daybreak

december two thousand thirteen
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7 thoughts on “missing the most wanted

  1. thesewordsiwrite2012 on said:

    Whoa… sort of a crazy tale, but nice details and illustration.

  2. This could be that story of a fugitive.. but there could also be something more as a metaphor.. very good poetry here John

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