The Eternal Saboteur: A Poem On Alfred Hitchcock Poem by Maria Rose

I am an anonymous lodger.
There is a corpse in my cupboard
With withered lips
And a ring in its frozen finger.
The now useless ring on its stiff fingers
is still a puzzle.
I can see a gloomy staircase
leading to a bell tower.
Whatever be the number of the steps to the top,
the fear of fall is a truth.
Don’t fall in love.

* * * * * *
His presence is obvious.
His unexpected cameos startle me.
I feel the threat of a deadly rope
In my neckscape.
Sure, I am one who knew too much.
He desires my silence.
Ghouls of my sabotaged dreams
Frightens me to death.
The vision from my rear window
opens to the horror of violent birds
That kept circling in the psyche.
The sound of their wings steals my sleep.

* * * * * *
An ominous day opened my ears
To a fatal dial tone
That pursued me ad infinitum.
I must flee.
Any moment He will dial the number I dreaded.
I am afraid of trains.
There will be strangers on trains
On your trail, He tells me

* * * * *
The frenzy of my flight is sure to ungrave
My stage fright, despite all rehearsals, I know.
Que Sera Sera.
Future’s not ours to see.
Sure, God is the bulky guy
Who carries a bird on the tip of his cigar,
The eternal saboteur.


**Inspired from Alfred Hitchcock and his films. The publicity still for the film “The Birds” had Hitchcock with a bird on the tip of his cigar