poetry by j matthew waters

same as the old boss

the weather outside is frightful
like political destruction
taking out pristinely bountiful fields
& architecturally stunning cities

unheard of humans stirring up
a boiling pot of take this
machine gun tornadoes
nuclear-powered hurricanes
trigger finger earthquakes

destroy & rebuild
displace & replace
mass murders
mass graves
what kind of economy is this
what kind of human history is this
to keep handing down

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

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