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poetry by j matthew waters

when north became south


you lost me when I wasn’t looking
like a silver dollar vanishing
via sleight of hand

when the poles switched
nearly everyone became displaced
like foreigners held
hostage inside their own homes

those less fortunate were
forced to learn a new language
whether it be spoken or not

in the city center they hung
disobedient juveniles
upside down by the ankles
shaking the contents from their britches
making all the little ones appear out of nowhere
like cockroaches scrambling on all six



march two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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10 thoughts on “when north became south

  1. You capture history here in this poem. I can see it, feel it. Like a great depression.

  2. This is gorgeous, inventive. I felt drawn in, I bet children love you.

  3. This is so beautiful. 😊

  4. I think this is happening already… for the great magician north is south…

  5. Pingback: Forced to learn a new language whether it be spoken or not ❤ – Hope Dream Wait

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