poetry by j matthew waters

precious declarations

I don’t belong here in this place where ordinary men
walk beside bearded men on a mission
to save the world from unrighteousness

I emptied my pockets
to show them I had nothing to offer
and then I pointed to a vaulted door
where I said the world’s fortune can be found
as long as they can handwrite a note
and strap themselves with explosives

down the street they imploded a highrise
and now once extraordinary humans crawl on
hands and knees searching through the rubble
for something that isn’t there

most days I just sit on a park bench
and marvel at the keys I’ve collected
showing my shadowless friends
how this one used to start my car
how this one once lowered the drawbridge
and how this one (in conjunction with the guard key)
unlocks a strongbox safekeeping the world’s
most precious declarations

november two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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7 thoughts on “precious declarations

  1. Pleasant Street on said:

    This is really good. I don’t know how to write about these things. It’s a challenge I should try. I think about them, but I don’t know how to do them justice

  2. I love it. Thank You

  3. Anytime I hear the drawbridge mentioned I think about the dystopian times we are entering (or entered a long time ago without knowing it)

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