Plain and Ugly Terms: Tenth German Spy

Posted by ractrose on 27 Aug 2018 in Art, Poems

The Plain and Ugly Truth: tenth German Spy

 

 

The Folly

The German Spy

 


 

Plain and Ugly Terms

 

Now I never smile

That, Fiona, brings the flicker of one your own

(I saw)

Ah—

But in plain and ugly terms…in simplicity, of course, why lie?

We are measuring ourselves as we are

Those mortal remains of mine stretch wide

Flesh devoured or dried, my death’s head grin…

I apologize

I must tell you where they are, these bones

Half mummified

Among the favours I will ask…

No.

You remember when Atherleigh surprised you

and me

Just there in the hall, letting it slip

You’d been fighting with Simon

Wennie was six, you hadn’t met him,

and you’d asked if the salmon was all right

With, as he said (afterwards) admirable aplomb

You spoke to me more kindly, I think, than you felt

Because you would not speak to him

What did we talk about?

 

Oh, my dear…I likely harped on the theme

of Tattersby failings, bred in the bone.

I said so. Nasty cat. I doubt it’s ever really true.

No, the cold mechanics

of decomposition won’t trouble me, to hear of

Very little does.

 

You want to know how he managed it.

Some chemical they kept that could explode

If touched by water

He had rigged a balloon inside another

And timed the acid’s work without the horrid third

Fifteen minutes, he’d gathered all the papers

To not be seen as Atherleigh leaving, dressed

in a groundsman’s gear

And the shock that they had found a body

I can now account for

The men who’d brought on Falco

Merely falsified the story

 

 


Plain and Ugly Terms

Plain and Ugly Terms: Tenth German SpyOlder in Their Wisdom

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(2018, Stephanie Foster)

 

 

 

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