poetry by j matthew waters

one hundred million deaths

I keep going back in time
destroying what is already gone
fruitless endeavors
involving radioactive matter
nearly always
ending up in the same place

the mind & body
seek their own independence
one of them knowing
of the eventual fail
the other looking forward
to the next dimension

what’s next remains indefinable
but is as certain as the
capital’s destruction
leveled in the year of the rat
only to rise again after
one hundred million deaths

march two thousand twenty-three
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  1. Happy Easter my friend.

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