Bill knew the facts;
He lies abed.
Lifts up his eyes
to the shadeless
naked light bulb.
The Bay of Pigs,
that fiasco in 61.
Kennedy was ******
Castro survived.
The Agency
out to get him:
Pres JFK,
not Castro yet.
Conspiracy
they call it now.
A turkey shoot,
to take him out.
Bill had met him
in the White House,
good looking dude,
had talked briefly.
22nd
of November
year 63.
Bill lies smoking.
Framed Lee Oswald,
the patsy, then
taken him out.
Bill sighs out smoke:
Warren report
a ****** whitewash.
Cover up their
collective ***
Bill was young then,
a young green horn.
Then came black ops:
Other places,
other people.
Those arranged deaths,
those “suicides”,
set up protests
in foreign fields,
regime changes.
Bill recalls now
that **** agent
in East Berlin.
Held her down firm
in the washhouse.
That spy in Rome
who had a fall
Bill had arranged.
Time past time gone.
Bill watches smoke
Grey white twisting
on the ceiling.
Long ago now.
Little conscience;
Little feeling.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 8:35 AM UTC
Bill knew the facts;
He lies abed.
Lifts up his eyes
to the shadeless
naked light bulb.
The Bay of Pigs,
that fiasco in 61.
Kennedy was ******
Castro survived.
The Agency
out to get him:
Pres JFK,
not Castro yet.
Conspiracy
they call it now.
A turkey shoot,
to take him out.
Bill had met him
in the White House,
good looking dude,
had talked briefly.
22nd
of November
year 63.
Bill lies smoking.
Framed Lee Oswald,
the patsy, then
taken him out.
Bill sighs out smoke:
Warren report
a ****** whitewash.
Cover up their
collective ***
Bill was young then,
a young green horn.
Then came black ops:
Other places,
other people.
Those arranged deaths,
those “suicides”,
set up protests
in foreign fields,
regime changes.
Bill recalls now
that **** agent
in East Berlin.
Held her down firm
in the washhouse.
That spy in Rome
who had a fall
Bill had arranged.
Time past time gone.
Bill watches smoke
Grey white twisting
on the ceiling.
Long ago now.
Little conscience;
Little feeling.
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