Shadows Come Alive, by Mark Antony Rossi

bleached bones,
rich memories,
all that remains
of the Cold War.

the old days
were joyful days.
a red under
every bed
provided
paychecks;

promised futures
to believers
willing to risk
life and limb
for a cola drink.

dead men
and sealed vaults
told no tales
not first
sterilized
by truth-doctors.

flood gates
opened too soon
many still breathe
feeling little mercy
from a public
grown tired
of camouflage.

for old spies,
old lies
are shadows
come alive.

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Mark Antony Rossi’s poetry, criticism, fiction, creative nonfiction and photography have appeared in The Antigonish Review, Anak Sastra, Bareback Magazine, Black Heart Review, Brain of Forgetting, Deep Water Literary Journal, Dirty Chai, Enclave, Expound, Farther Stars Than, Flash Fiction, Gravel, Indian Periodical,  Japanophile, Journal of Microliterature,  Kulchur Creative Journal, Mad Swirl, On The Rusk, Purple Patch, Scrivener Creative Review, Sentiment Literary Journal, Snapdragon, Syzygy Poetry Journal, The Sacrificial, Toad Suck Review, Transnational, Vine Leaves Literary Journal, Wild Quarterly and Yellow Chair Review.Website: http://ethical-stranger.webnode.com/