Double O god
A couple of clicks and flicks of a wrist
Every secret will be known to the public
Do you see silhouettes
in apartment 211
An arm pulls back
an object flies
someone is down
Her sobs are his lullaby He doesn't worry
She won’t tell
The Lights may be off
But look a little closer
Your eyes fall on a wall
A wall of white
separating two lovers
Can you feel that
The sense that your surroundings are lifeless.
Bitterness becomes 428 Sydney Avenue
Purple Lips
Fingers are colored blue
A liquid is thrown on the stilled body
There is no reaction
Red, Blue, White shows up five minutes later
five minutes too late
At 1539 South Trove Road death is poignant
There is nothing to see at Rigby Ranch
The Blinds are drawn
But there is plenty to hear
“I hate you”
“ Don’t touch me”
“You don’t control me”
The volume increases decibel by decibel.
Then silence
In five, four, three, two, one
A new sound pierces my ears
The sound of a newborns cry
As the sun comes up my observations come to an end
Speaking into the phone
I tell the boss man that his will is done
Those who deserve retribution have received troubles
And the loyal have been rewarded their crowning joy
I arrive at the gates of the council
I arrive to my home
I arrive to the place where their problems are no longer my own
I arrive to the point in time where the NSA doesn’t have me spying and playing God.
My duty is finally done.