pomp and glorious circumstance
so I hear everything happens for a reason
which certainly includes my birth
a byproduct of an irish girl
and a self-determined misunderstood man
sure I got kicked around
but that was for my own good
degraded and humiliated and put in place
for no other reason than to be reminded
exactly who was in charge
but as the bible says a man must leave his mother
and cling to his dreams
but my dreams were awkwardly inconsistent
and so I ran away on god’s command
and became a soldier child
joining the ranks of the finest of misfits
who learn to forget they ever had a past
and learn to kill without thinking or feeling
out on the fringes there is no need
for marlboros or whiskey or california weed
there is only the desire to survive
by sipping on desert spring water
and feasting on exotic butterflies
and if you are fortunate enough
to die a violent death
there is an even better chance
you will find yourself adorned within
a field of the brightest wildflowers
december two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
this is great writing! ❤ it
So glad you enjoyed this one, Bonnie!
The “feasting on exotic butterflies” gave me the most of chills… to be born to end up in a place like that… awesome writing.
Thanks so much, Björn.
Stunning write. Beautiful, powerful and horrible at the same time.
Thank you so much, Melanie.
love this…”out on the fringes there is no need
for marlboros or whiskey or california weed”
Thank you so much, Denise.