poetry by j matthew waters

black hole earth

third world angels wrap themselves
around the loneliest of children
god ever placed on earth

they amble these ancient streets
and back alleys virtually unseen
admiring the crumbling architecture
as the children somehow fall fast asleep
jet fighters crisscrossing the frozen skies
reminding everyone that this time
nothing will be different

come daybreak birds sing and angels weep
opening their wings and knowing
in a naturally universal way
that this place in time
will be neither the first nor the last

april two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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8 thoughts on “black hole earth

  1. Oooh, I really like the imagery in this poem

  2. ‘Nothing will be different.”. How sadly true. A very well composed piece.

  3. Such a powerful and poignant picture of past and present times, John.

  4. Thank you very much, Carol!

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