“Where in Hell are you?? We’ve been trying to reach you! We have For Your Eyes Only a Report:”
As you know from spying, though I’ll write now:
Jeffrey Merk, he was assigned that name,
Has only been a cog-in-the-machine;
We placed him out on Chain-Gang-3 for his,
Aptitude with brick-laying, he has built,
This wall in the hospital that we’ve added,
To your itinerary when next you come,
To the city, make your appointed rounds.
‘Don’t cry over spilt milk!’ said the foreman,
On the wireless phone then he coughed, hung-up.
When Jeff cried, he mixed the tears in mortar,
Then sealed them in the stonework, you can see,
If you come, their traces, not their story:
New children have painted bright graffiti --
An apocalyptic warning to heed!
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Copyright 2023 Jeffrey Merk
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