poetry by j matthew waters


After many years had passed
the property (and therefore the estate)
was finally put to bed
but do not be fooled into believing
it was the last chapter of one story
and the beginning of another
and while the truth may never be told
what would transpire afterwards
may best be described
as a continuation of days gone by
for you see the place was originally constructed
from inside the privacy of the forest
and those witnessing its gradual expansion
(from one generation to the next)
were protected from the outside world
and whether seen as a secret society or not
one thing remains
forests will turn into deserts
and deserts will turn into oceans
and disciples of god will become fishers of men
and anything deeded to a human or otherwise
will eventually be returned to its maker

april two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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