poetry by j matthew waters

line in the sand

I never saw so much whiteness
how it frightened me so
mountains giving chase to
crumbling into seas

oh how I thought earth had died
and I alone sang the blues
the thrill gone
vacuumed inside mushroom clouds

survivors if any are free at last
washing ashore
(dead or alive) onto tiny islands
unclaimed by any government
legitimate or otherwise

august two thousand seventeen
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4 thoughts on “line in the sand

  1. It is so hard to be a witness and not be afraid.

  2. A very familiar nightmare. In the 70’s we feared nuclear distruction and every day seemed like a gift. Life is a moment by moment gift.

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