Ken Smith Poems
|1.||The Secret Police||1/3/2003|
|3.||The Shadow of God||1/3/2003|
|5.||Duck at Haldon Ponds||1/3/2003|
|7.||In the Next Street||1/3/2003|
|8.||Encounter at St. Martin's||1/3/2003|
|9.||The Window of Vulnerability||1/3/2003|
They spent my life plotting against me.
With nothing to do but cultivate themselves,
but to be there, aligning their shadows,
they were planning to undo me,
wanting to own me completely.
They have marched through the rooms,
their presences litter the surfaces
close at my elbow calling attention.