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By
Alejandro Escudé
Raid at Rockefeller Center
Even Rachel Maddow didn’t know
the dog-eared curtains had blown open
just a few floors below or above her,
files seized by Jupiter-sized men,
scowling men, who were also invisible.
A crime the size of a Times Square screen
pulsing between giant shredders
or tiny as a gram of Polonium-210;
Michael Cohen’s office, where one might
request a bathroom key attached
to a block of wood.
Such secrets collect beneath Manhattan,
as trains continue their ghostly tour,
gopher-projectiles darting north and south,
passing one another like spoiled lovers
meeting under the frigid heat
of silken sheets.
A tip from an eagle-faced man
with granite hands received, as old spies
in old Russia did (under a park bench?)
and off they went to catch a disinfected rat,
to sniff at the corners of the pyramid
—where truth might be revealed.
Alejandro Escudé
Alejandro Escudé’s first book of poems, My Earthbound Eye, was published in September 2013. He holds a master’s degree in creative writing from UC Davis and teaches English. Originally from Argentina, Alejandro lives in Los Angeles with his wife and two children.
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