poetry by j matthew waters

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long road to anywhere

their land they own no more
their homes ransacked and sold
to men with prisoners as wives

nearby fields of wildflowers
once stretching to meet the sun halfway
but now scorched and smoldering
harbor pieces of unspeakable crimes

the instinct of flight is all that
remains inside human spirits

no longer questioning nor conjecturing
and certainly no longer imagining
they put up unfathomable fronts
instinctively embarking on a
journey to anywhere
fueled by fumes of the innocent

september two thousand fifteen
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no way out of ebla

planes overhead
fly day and night
going on forever

kneeling with daughter
elbows on bed
one candle casts a light

equipped to the hilt
martyrs and saints
march into the desert

daughter falls asleep
dreams of war drums
advancing up the street

escape routes collapse
from the dead air
I take her hand and run

september two thousand thirteen
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