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#poetry

Fri, 20 Mar 2026 08:06:47 +0200

Red Spy

False bells ring one spring morn.
Watch stopped remains cold metal.
Breaking: the red spy has fallen.

Red by my windows, familiar face.
Thirty daughters sleep far away.
Mission impossible, alone undone.

The hour come, men! Red the grass.
Gather the refined white flowers
Burn the rest in plumes potential.

Cats scutter the station's closed.
Lights out, hearth sullen, silence.
I know you're there red, rusting.

Gather the flock, bells a-ringing.
The black robed man he's singing;
The red spy has risen, long live!

—Dylan Araps