poetry by j matthew waters

three-fold invasion

the future arrived
a few short days ago
leaving scores scurrying
for new answers

at the pentacrest
arsonists & anarchists
met in the open air
bonfire attracting
the moths & the hungry

visitors circled above
in their hovercrafts
reminding anyone looking up
who was in charge

throughout the lands
cities burned & people fled
the guardians declaring
there was no place
to realistically hide

locals were reminded
by the visitors that the
best place to go
was that place called home

but the anarchists & the
arsonists had other ideas
opposite of the guardians’

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

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