Codewords Poem by Etienne Charilaou

secrets and lies
stock in trade

old-school spy
texts, e-mails and microdots

the dialing code for Russia
makes me smile
life's little synchronicities

From Russia bound
next stop: Berlin
know my next few moves

flash drive necklace data fed
for its contents bled
my life hanging by a thread

Cover's intact
always the fact
for those with double lives

I want to tell the world
who I really am
but it wouldn't make a difference,
and the world's asleep.

Shake! !
From sick nightmare awake
employ a trick
shake -
you'll awake!