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poetry by j matthew waters

artificial heist


I wouldn’t know where to start
except to say the vault was left unlocked

what got out isn’t exactly known
assets with financial & emotional value

like a painting
a portrait of someone special
who used to walk the earth like the rest of us
now stopped in time
expressionless

it’s remindful of the saying about the horses
and the barn doors
how you can see them racing off
like a bird out of a cage
speed demons never to be seen

I guess it’s less about what was inside
than why it was there to begin with
in the end
cornered like a mouse facing the guillotine


june two thousand twenty-four
copyright j matthew waters
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