Not frank and free
in an open field of fire
but as a guerilla
hostilely hidden
in everyday life

I feel it, the shadow
and I imagine right away
to make the thrower controll-
able, it's an elephant
without legs, a whale

hovering menacingly
over me, not a Zeppelin
with science fiction technology
not Big Brother disguised
as phones and cash desks

but private deputies
who, from all corners
patiently play the begirding
game to conquer the world
for concealed gods