I am an anonymous lodger. <br />There is a corpse in my cupboard <br />With withered lips <br />And a ring in its frozen finger. <br />The now useless ring on its stiff fingers <br />is still a puzzle. <br />I can see a gloomy staircase <br />leading to a bell tower. <br />Whatever be the number of the steps to the top, <br />the fear of fall is a truth. <br />Don’t fall in love. <br /> <br /> * * * * * * <br />His presence is obvious. <br />His unexpected cameos startle me. <br />I feel the threat of a deadly rope <br />In my neckscape. <br />Sure, I am one who knew too much. <br />He desires my silence. <br />Ghouls of my sabotaged dreams <br />Frightens me to death. <br />The vision from my rear window <br />opens to the horror of violent birds <br />That kept circling in the psyche. <br />The sound of their wings steals my sleep. <br /> <br /> * * * * * * <br />An ominous day opened my ears <br />To a fatal dial tone <br />That pursued me ad infinitum. <br />I must flee. <br />Any moment He will dial the number I dreaded. <br />I am afraid of trains. <br />There will be strangers on trains <br />On your trail, He tells me <br /> <br /> * * * * * <br />The frenzy of my flight is sure to ungrave <br />My stage fright, despite all rehearsals, I know. <br />Que Sera Sera. <br />Future’s not ours to see. <br />Sure, God is the bulky guy <br />Who carries a bird on the tip of his cigar, <br />The eternal saboteur. <br /> <br /> <br />**Inspired from Alfred Hitchcock and his films. The publicity still for the film “The Birds” had Hitchcock with a bird on the tip of his cigar<br /><br />Maria Rose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-eternal-saboteur-a-poem-on-alfred-hitchcock/
