Wherever the king
may range and roam
he forever remains
at the center
of the universe
Accepting of his role
with relentless pride
he’s fully aware
of his position
in the food chain
Strolling the perimeter
of their sacred land
he revels at the sight
of his pretty women
fixing his next meal
november two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
the children stitched me together
with love and enthusiasm
dreamed up of ways
of making me beautiful
despite my mean intentions
with imagination my rigid body
became larger than life
filled with natural fibers
grown from the ground
surrounding their home
though i was unable to stroll
along fields of grain
that seemed to never end
I alone stood watch
and marveled at the way
they forever loved me
november two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
