The Government Department of Love

In the bed, under cover Where surveillance cameras live and breathe Where biologics lose their way, their cause As locomotives thrust through the tunnels Of love, of trust, of lust once favored by the lost In the room once cherished as exclusive Occupied by so many members of the state Undermined by sheets as white as snow, as ghostly as they go Untarnished in the light of privacy called night Satisfied by pillow talk, so soft, that’s all Until the film develops a sense of humor Splashed pictures printed as Headline news on paper Blasts out the evidence of one person seen with another Discernible only to those who dare to be amused And those who dare to look away must be depraved According to the state