A Venetian in Constantinople

A Poem

By Atomic HistorianPublished 11 months ago • 1 min read

The sun split the spire

To put out the fire

Tick tock, tick tock

The the metronome hummed

As he combed the tome

They thought he was their man from Rome

But this far from home

He was unknown

In this land

They knew not his true hand

The secrets he keeps

The secrets he passes

Through ports he passes

By all the lads and lasses

Pockets full of bribes and taxes

Secrets concealed

In cyphers and waxes

Secrets passed

At late night meetings

And fancy dances

Tell the riggers to hoist the sails in the foggy bay

The cabin boy heard him say

At the break of dawn

He sails away

With battle plans drawn

Hidden in bolts for clothes

To be squirreled away in the halls of the Doge

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