poetry by j matthew waters

there’s no place to call home

there’s no going back they said
speaking omnisciently from
their holier than thou prophecies

their interstellar ambitions
went far beyond
conceptual matter
went far beyond anything
this side of the sun

space travel is like a slingshot
they explained in ancient
texts blown to pieces and
heat-seeking exoplanets
like some uncensored comet

like aliens trapped in human bodies
they continually pray for change
on so many different levels

october two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
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4 thoughts on “there’s no place to call home

  1. I get a strong feeling of Arthur C Clarke in this.. at least we have a computer as company there…

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