Ministry of Remorse

17 May, 2026

We wait upon her day and night
from afar
unseen.

But she sees our work
for our work
is that she sees.

Those who move into her life
they dance
upon our strings.

Our electronic surveillance equipment
records her
mournful hymns.

A pebble cast into a pond
we ripple
in her thoughts.

The frequencies we bathe her in
make her glands
distraught.

Her neighbours are all out to get her
we fed them
nasty lies.

So beautiful this work of art
we love it
when she cries.