poetry by j matthew waters

counting bodies like sheep

do not be nervous little ones
the world is not falling apart at the seams

I do not mean to lie but things are not
what they seem (to be)
in fact these happenings may just
be a figment of some lesser god’s

and those drums coming nearer
gaining ground even while you’re sleeping
what are they even doing here
and how did they earn privilege
to beat upon the children

september two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

loosely based on song of similar
title by A Perfect Circle
A Perfect Circle youtube video

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10 thoughts on “counting bodies like sheep

  1. Haunting poem, John. I like this one a lot!

  2. Love this one. Foreboding. The ending is profound.

  3. Maybe violence is just like a food chain… most of us are not top predators.

  4. Love this poem and the title!

  5. You are very good, Sir.

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