Espionage
secrets began leaving the building
bar codes covered the license plate's
threats intimidation badgering
and fear meaningless arousal
I began to focus on her treason
again a righteous over reasoning
I was selected poet of Florida
four years in a row inspired
by montel williams and ms. survivors
i'd completed my poem mattie
for the disabled child poet stepenek
seated in mark ober's building on twigg
states attorney jim shoemaker
having a panic attack
following a murder trial
who was my imposter
she wore dark skin
and a very odd grin
why my death enticed her
I began to feel empty
again espionage a disease
she was spreading. quickly
throughout civil liberties finally
I could go to the restroom
without fear finally I could speak
without panting my imposter
was a treasonist stealing
my passport to re enter canada
i remembered the pelicans
swooping their dinner
over the seminole valley
the whooping crane standing
in the merky waters
as alligators strolled by
i'd remember thee imposter jane
a ladder up to my window pages ripped
why she latched on to my identity
with a fierce strength a severe stronghold
why she believed she was me
side by side the fbi 1994 investigating
police corruption Jane was now a mole
planted by corruption for the purpose
of infiltrating fbi witness files
to sabotage an entire ongoing
corruption investigation an entire
police department therefore killing me
the actual witness everyday
was the fourth of July my location
constitution Blvd Arlington heights cemetery
awaiting the flag to cover my coffin
Jane relocated crime and built
a city on that ongoing corruption
the mother whose grandfather
protected the bischops
in rome in wwll
why she believed she was me
1989 a witness from chicago
a poet from tampa 1999 to 2005
standing before me four gunmen
one seated in a tahoe with jane
the imposter the treason
had began to explode before me
jane watching her gunman pointing
the gun in the crowd of children
alerting the three other gunmen
while murder occured at my feet
i sat covered in yellow tape
sitting in a pool of blood
i began to find peace
in a mans death during
the assumption of mary
after mass i was to be
assasinated and replaced
by treason it was my german
diplomatic passport to be
duplicated in canada dubai
mumbai london and turkey
i thought of frankfurt augsburg
munich italy and spain
while panting my name
over and over again
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2011
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