poetry by j matthew waters


I’ll have no part of this tragedy
handed down from one
actor to the next
lead role playing out vicariously
some saying posthumously

They keep prognosticating
that the winds are directionless
but anyone with a set of eyes
can tell they come and go
mostly from stage right
it’s a wonder everyone’s
not banging into one another

Each year the party seems to be
getting smaller and smaller
before you know it
it’ll be a one-man show
and then I’ll have no excuse
but to rise and clap above my head

february two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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