poetry by j matthew waters

land of radioactive blossoms

the truth started long before jesus
and the common era
crowd obsessed with lynching anyone
they could never quite

if you can’t hang the one you’ve
got your finger on
find their next of kin
they’re pretty much one in the

passersby and bystanders turn a blind eye
just like good old peter once did
(god how we never do learn)

land of paradise is nowhere to be found
not in these here parts
and that place where milk and honey
flow freely
well that’s just some fairy tale etched upon

though the flowers growing in disputed lands
can be quite beautiful
somewhere along the line
they simply become part of the battlefield
buried in the past with inevitable
probability of resurrecting
some warm midsummer

april two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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12 thoughts on “land of radioactive blossoms

  1. this is cool – what was the inspiration behind it? beautiful and sad at the same time because it’s so true. : (

  2. I agree with Fiery. Beautifully written but so very sad.

  3. Love the title–the juxtaposition of “radioactive” and “blossoms” is a powerful statement.

    Good morning to you, John. 😊

  4. This is my birthday and the jadedness of your poem resonates with my feeling and makes me feel better. Thank you.

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