poetry by j matthew waters

deep six rising

I drifted along ancient streets
where good men once
negotiated fairly
where scholars texted
freely on sacred scrolls buried
deep beneath the rubble

inside the botanical gardens
the master rarely sleeps
preaching peace and
nurturing the disadvantaged
by means seen and unseen

it’s as if the city never vanished
neither conquered nor
destroyed by unnatural forces
as if the voices weeping
beneath the surface
would never rise again

june two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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2 thoughts on “deep six rising

  1. Intriguing fantasy of an ideal, pristine time!
    I really enjoyed reading this.

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