(not-)Monday Poem – September 11 Special

from After Slumber:

MORE TEA, GENERAL? I have in mind
to write this minus consonants, as one
long ululation with its teeth knocked out.
One hears such stories. Were you, Baroness,
not copied in? Deniability
the least of it. Do pass the sugar tongs.
One lump or two? News leaks out of the worst
places. Are we certain there is judgement
inescapable, that all will come to light?
Check memo’s authenticity – who is
this brother Lazarus? Source unavailable
for comment: better bury it. No need
to spook the markets, although miracles
do happen. Fingers crossed for amnesty.