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poetry by j matthew waters

beyond mesopotamia


it’s simple to snap a number four pencil
anyone of us could do it at any given moment

odds are slim to be sure since most of us
would simply give it a good sharpening

but those who wouldn’t think twice
they’ve been failed by far too many
flanked on either their left or their right

some say hatred is something learned
but truth be told has lingered in our DNA
well before the dawn of civilization

we’ve been playing catch up ever since
scratching out commandments and
condemning the damned before ever born



august two thousand seventeen
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