The Assignment

Europe Ozymandias ~ John Karborn

Waning moon in crescent profile
Through periodic clouds of perfumed plume
Silhouettes the secret agent
Sets the scene for rendezvous
Serves him with a killing spoon
Cold
A utensil for dishing up a scoop
A scandal for the tabloid trash to smear
For the delicate tastes of those who will not hear
Soon the blood will dry
Red to black
To be buried by the arrival of tomorrow
And the darkness of a new moon waxing