poetry by j matthew waters

supernatural disaster

in the forest
and in & around the mountains
a mess of things has disturbed
what was once a vibrant silence
turning a beleaguered rumbling
into a metonymy of fatal casualties
delivered by way of an invisible hand
—the natural order of things
adapting radically
capable of taking out thousands
in one fell swoop

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

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