The Watchman: The German Spy (three)

Posted by ractrose on 10 Apr 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Folly The German Spy      The Watchman   She would, Agnes, the wife, or helpmeet (this was possible) approach the embassy Possible unlikely She would, on an island nation folded, in state laid cerebral along the coast (the brain an aging cheese encroached…by mites…active pissing virtue upon the host) go when […]