I hear the old 1960s song
“Secret Agent Man”
in my head when
I think of her,
reversing the gender
to suit the role
she trying to play,
“a spy in the house of love,”
who settles for power
when she can’t find
love,
needing to fit in
with her new friends
who she thinks needs
her to do what she
does best,
Mata Hari,
who men cannot resist,
vulnerable,
playing the part of
the perpetual victim
who men love to protect,
still peeved at being
exposed,
unhooded,
making her almost
useless in the current campaign,
replaced by someone
who has the lack of
ethics and guilt
to do the job property.
It is not like she lacks
the skills to do what
her replacements does,
she has trickled up for year,
only for herself,
not for others,
a moral distinction
her replacement
cannot/will not make
and this is what makes
our poet special,
she has a conscience
even in the midst of
corruption.
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