Once upon an evening dreary,
When my bones felt weak and weary
I heard a knock on my front door.
“Who is there?” I asked.
No answer came.
I peeped through the curtain.
I was certain I saw a man
I didn’t know.
Who the fuck was this?
I will not duck a question
So I opened the door.
No one there.
I shut it again.
He stood right behind me.
“Do I know you?” I asked.
“But I know all about you.
If half of it true
We can use you.”
“For what purpose?”
“You were trained,
But the story’s just begun
You belong to us.”
“No man claims hold of my life.”
“We are not talking of a man.
Push that aside.” the naivety
Of which only raises
His attention,
Not to mention
His hatred of the good.
