poetry by j matthew waters

inside Putin’s pockets

they arrived by boat
and once docked
the boat imploded

was it a staged event
or a sad accident
rumors circulating

the number of deaths
underreported due to
the pandemic
the supply chain
you name it

those who made it
were no longer
(no longer boat people)
merely survivors
relearning how to live
(and let live)
on foreign soil

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

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