they called him “The Kamikaze”
he worked for old mama Stasi
cutting and cupping skull caps
keeping it hush, under wraps
then he’d crash a plane-load of lies
each clad in a clever disguise
dressed up like god’s own truth
sliding past even super-sleuths
a pile of seed for future lies
By B Gourley in poem, Poetry on June 21, 2018.
