A little late but a quick poem for the day that’s in it.
Spy Wednesday
We had the guy on camera since the weekend.
How could we not? The crowds alone had triggered
warning levels demanding our attention.
His known associates were mostly no ones.
Hookers and fishermen, small time farmers,
with nothing much to lose. Not radicals
but enough of a concern to warrant action.
Phone masts tracked him. A website signaled.
He’d booked dinner for his friends on Friday night.
We had him now. So when one approached us
and tried to sell him we could afford to laugh
at the demand for crypto and escape. We’ll send
our men to seize him in the garden. Perhaps
he knows we’re already onto him.
This text weaves a narrative about surveillance and the gamification of modern life, blending personal observations with broader societal critiques. It questions the intrusion of technology into everyday decisions and relationships, suggesting a loss of authenticity. The metaphors used highlight the absurdity of applying gaming logic to life’s milestones. Why do we let technology dictate so much of our behavior?
This poem captures the tension of surveillance and the inevitability of being caught, even in the most mundane moments. The detailed description of tracking methods highlights the pervasiveness of modern monitoring. The blending of life’s unexpected twists with technological metaphors feels both timely and thought-provoking. The reference to cultural sayings adds a layer of universality to the theme of life’s unpredictability. Do you think the poem suggests that technology has stripped away the authenticity of human experience?