poetry by j matthew waters

meet the new boss

once I believed
I had no control
that the world was fixed
           and I would need
to continually ask
for forgiveness

secretly people taught me
I had no control
that I was at the mercy
of the greater collective
that my time between
           death & birth
was of no consequence

little did they know
they were attempting
to teach the unteachable
that dramatically
I would become destined
to oversee their lives

       I alone the surveyor
           and the tax collector
I alone the rule of law

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

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