The Government Department Of Love

Surveillance of the un surveillance able

The Government Department Of Love

In the bed, under cover

Where surveillance cameras live and breathe

Where biologics lose their way, their cause

As locomotives thrust through the tunnels

Of love, of trust, of lust once favored by the lost

In the room once cherished as exclusive

Occupied by so many members of the state

Undermined by sheets as white as snow, as ghostly as they go

Untarnished in the light of privacy called night

Satisfied by pillow talk, so soft, that’s all

Until the film develops a sense of humor

Splashed pictures printed as Headline news on paper

Blasts out the evidence of one person seen with another

Discernible only to those who dare to be amused

And those who dare to look away must be depraved

According to the state