poetry by j matthew waters

on the day of deliverance

little voices speak to them
feeding them outlandish tales
from the far darker side
telling them what’s what
and when it’s time to act

everything they possess
be it bread or handgun or crucifix
has been freely given to them
if not by the generosity of strangers
then by the good lord above

there’s no telling what’s to come
as they anxiously await
for the voices to return
soon to receive their final orders
on the day of deliverance

january two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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