poetry by j matthew waters

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Acres of sugarcane slowly
burn from manmade fires
designed to consume
dry leaves and deadly snakes
before the open fields
are methodically cut with
machine-like men wielding
cane knives and machetes

Such worldwide crops become
building blocks for molasses and
rum and fuel for third world engines
but when refined and shaped
into bite-sized cubes
become dropped and stirred
into coffee and tea
oftentimes popped
directly into childrens’ mouths

rewritten april two thousand fourteen
original dated october two thousand eleven
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all rights reserved

where does it stop

in pregnant fields
tractors with high beams
gobble up grain in the dark
turning golden ground into
piles of dirt

cereal-mobiles rumble
on gravel roads carved
through ever-swollen hills
fueled by ethanol and
kicking up dirt

rolling stock races
for the eastern seaboard
destined for distant lands
where little bluebirds
play in dirt

november two thousand thirteen
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