poetry by j matthew waters

hello my name is superhuman

an aging population is part of the problem
eating wheaties & living past one hundred

an angry convention fuels uncertainty
airing grievances via intimidation & violence

younger generations delay procreation
eventually giving birth to superhuman babies

though the past has become irreconcilable
the future points to a near impossible

speed bumps along the way are but asterisks
on the maps of galactic superhighways

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

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