The Watchman: Third German Spy
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 summoned
float at very sunrise
Krug had known it, time most wise
the sun so sharp, the watchman weary
When a countryman, a Greek or Pole
A bloody Czech
A Catalan contrarian, a Turk
(Her same photograph on four separate
Passports, her same autograph, with four separate
Surnames, once Tattersby, once Serna, once dos Santos;
Once Agnes, first name Jane)
She had the child with her, sending him away
She turned…if tears were in her eyes
Obscured by rain
She stared, and Krug knew failure
Again
She’d crossed to take his arm
And in a trance, becharmed, he’d gone
Now let his agonies be devoured
Let pellets of private speech stink from walls
their sour stink
But let her think to come and see
The German Spy
The Assassin Comes
(2018, Stephanie Foster)