You know something is going on.
It is taking place just beyond range
of your hearing, inside that house
on the corner needing paint and shutters,
the one with the cluttered yard
you always suspected sheltered friends
in name only. It may be in the cellar
where the radio transmitter is being built
or the satellite. A cabal of intelligence
is involved, CIA, MI6, Mossad.
It is obvious plans are being made;
didn’t your boss arch his eyebrows
while passing your desk this morning,
grunt hello, rather than the usual
“Howahaya?” There are veiled threats
to your life and livelihood. Someone
is always watching you, watching
and waiting for whatever is going
to happen to happen.
‘We Mad Climb Shaky Ladders’