spy

He wouldn’t even give

His real name

That wraith that invaded

Me with claims of fame

Sticking camera in my face

While pretending to be

Someone he was not

Or would soon be,

Pumped up by the same force

That pumped up others
I knew, shaping him

And them into things

They could not be

But wanted to be,

The force who gave

Them bits of fame

For coins of silver

Always promising

But never as much

As the dark force took,

And seeing his face

Looking at me

Over the lip of his camera

I knew he believed

The big lie, too,

Just as we all did,

Some for longer

Than others.